As the last man falls, Anavren surveys the dead and wounded. He realises that those who are wounded are in the care of others and he has few healing skills to offer. They should have fled earlier, Anavren thinks to himself, What poor tactics they used. Seeing Ian begin to loot the corpses, Anavren thinks of the strange magics that the sorcerer might have. He sets off to the sorcerer at a sprint. As he runs, he hears Acea's harp playing, he slows, looks over his shoulder at the elven woman and thinks to himself, That one is so very strange. We've just slaughtered more than our number, and she sits down to play a harp? Anavren shakes his head in consternation, then continues toward the downed sorcerer, nocking another arrow...just in case.

Oh, yeah! Arrows! Standing over the sorcerer, Anavren surveys the field for salvageable arrows before he begins to loot the sorcerer.
Anavren is a tall high elf with typical black hair & green eyes. He stands 5' 5" tall & weighs about 133 lbs. Anavren is dressed in forest colors, studded leather armor, helmet and buckler. He is seldom without his mighty composite shortbow in hand!