Aragon Sylvathi
Mana: 140/300
100 Gold Pieces
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[LIGHT] Glitter Lance - Level 5 (-20 MP per use)
[DARK] Ravage - Level 2 (-15 MP per use)
[SUPPORT] Divine Touch - Level 2 (-25 MP per use)
[HEAL] Serene Winds - Level 3 (-15 MP per use)
[SUMMON] Hawk Summoning - Level 2 (-10 MP per use) [3 turns]
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Inventory/Weaponry/Armor
-Head: N/A
-Chest: Chainmail Vest
-Gauntlets: N/A
-Pants: Brown Cloth Pants
-Greaves: N/A
-Feet: Shoes
-Bronze Rapier
-Elven Bow w/ 20 Bronze tipped arrows
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x1 Chocolate Milk (Heals bleeding, cuts and larger bruises.)
x1 Canned Sardines (20% MP Recovery)
Revive Tome
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch
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Aragon finished his chanting, turning to look at the Saber, "Yes, I'm an Elf, and you are a Saber, what is wrong with this?" He raised his eye, curious and slightly insulted by the Saber's pride. After hearing an actual statement of gratitude he let it go.

"Sit back down, your ribs are still broken." Aragon says, going over as to insist on him resting.

Though, he heard the action outside and drew his Rapier once more before looking at Ryden, his glare telling him to stay behind and rest. With that he bursted out the doors and raised his hand in the air, summoning [b]Serene Winds[/b] to ease everyone's pains, even that of Ryden's. With that, he whisteled out into the air to [b]Summon a Hawk[/b] which was patrolling in the nearby area. The Hawk came towards the mana enchanted whistle where it landed on Aragon's shoulder. In a show of falconry, he sent the Hawk to harrass the Spirit, distracting it from the others. 

Aragon went forth as he summoned a [b]Glitter Lance[/b] into his hand to throw to the Spirit, and throw it he did! The Lance flew from Aragon's hand into the chest of the Spirit, shrieking as a blinding flash of light caused the Lance to exploder, thus deasling extra damage to the boss monster. Aragon bared his sword and neared within ten meters of the beast, awaiting a good chance to attack.