b'Pandareen \n'b'  Tiny   fey ,  chaotic neutral  \n'b'  Armor Class  (description)  Hit Points  5 (2d4)  Speed  fly 40 ft.\n'b' STATS STR: 5 (-3) DEX:  16 (+3)  CON:  11 (+0)  INT:  8 (-1)  WIS:  9 (-1)  CHA:  13 (+1)  \n'b'\n'b'\n'b'\n'b'\n'b'\n'b'\n'b'  Skills   Stealth  +5  Senses  passive  Perception  9  Languages  Sylvan  Challenge  1/8 (25 XP) \n'b' SPECIAL TRAITS \n'b'\n'b'  Webs . If the pandareen are able to render a foe  unconscious , they will attempt to seal it in webs. The creatures will swarm around the target, spewing webs from their mouths. Each turn, 10 pandareen can by working together, cover 1 foot of creature in their thick webs. Any creature completely covered by the webs is  incapacitated . Once per day, the bound target can make an escape check with a DC of 18. On a success, they escape the web. On a failure, they suffer a level of fatigue and are stuck for another day. \n'b'\n'b' ACTIONS \n'b'\n'b'  Song . The pandareen, as a group, sing a special magical song. It takes at least 10 of the creatures for the magic to work. It initially sounds like lots of bells gently ringing. However, all creatures within 60 feet of the pandareen must make a  Wisdom  save (DC 15) or fall into a deep slumber. Unless awakened, the creature remains asleep for 8 hours. A creature wishing to awaken the target can do so by spending a round slapping and shaking the target. However, the target remains tired and groggy for the remainder of the 8 hours, giving it disadvantage on all attacks and ability checks. Any creature making their save is immune from the pandareen song for 24 hours. \n'b'\n'b' ABOUT \n'b' The tiny pandareen fly upon sylvan wings; with light or dark green skin they hide in the shadows of trees, perching upon branches or trunks. Sexless creatures whose voices sound like ringing bells, they dwell in deciduous forests in very moist climes. They prefer areas near brooks or dead-end paths, where animals or men are likely to stay and drink. \n'b'  Petty . They have limited intelligence but are possessed of a wicked jealousy for those who carry any sort of tool, from a hammer to a spear. \n'b'  Wandering Menace . They have no lairs but the victims of their song often lay upon the forest floor, snared in the webbing the creatures cast.'