"Well struck!" shouts Torson, as werewolves tumble into the river. He growls to see Steve in the gloom check violently.
"Hold them lads!" he calls to the wolves, and raises his glowing bow. It wobbles slightly in his hands, and the light from the bow detracts from his ability to see clearly what is happening further down the arches. Exhaling with a prayer, he lets fly a delta-headed mithral arrow at a shadowy figure standing in the shadows.
Spoiler: Attack rollsTorson attack (1d20+7)[14] concealment (1d100)[3] damage (2d8+3)[11]
Wolf 1 Attack (1d20+2)[9] damage (1d6+1)[2]