As the flaming arrow passes by his head, Tanner raises his own bow to try and target one of the gnolls ahead. But even as he gets a glimpse of the hairy dog-creature, it slumps to the ground. Not able to see any of the others, all Tanner can do is lower his crossbow and continue to follow the warriors in the lead.

"If we can keep them on their heels, maybe we'll run them down like a foxes at a hunt," Tanner thinks to himself as he tries to concentrate on not tripping over the loose rocks along the dark path. "But more likely if we're not careful we'll run right into the middle of them, and then we'll be the foxes and they'll be the hunters!" Having reminded himself of the dangers ahead, Tanner will strain his eyes and ears in the darkness to try and avoid becoming dog food.
A tall, gangly human youth looks at you, his questioning green eyes filled with the energy and enthusiasm of youth. Clad in a fine chain shirt with a buckler emblazoned with crossed lute and sword, he wears an Elven rapier at his side and a rustic lute over his shoulder.