Vaelonar's expression turns from surprise to anger. "Undead monsters. I shall send you to your final rest." He stretches out his hand before him, then flips his palm upwards, aiming it at the closest skeleton.

[OOC: Casting Magic Missile at one skeleton]
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Before you stands an elf. Tall for his species, but just as lithe as normal. His blond hair is cut short and shaggy. His golden eyes swim with silver flecks and are set above a hawklike nose.