(( mental note,  Mowler<span style="text-decoration: underline">NOT</span>a fighter ))<br/><br/><br/>Mowlers eyes widens under his mask as he hears the out of play combatant returning to the battle. A quicken of the heart, fear it struck at him. He would be outnumbered and out guned when it came to these 2 brutes, he had let his lust for a good time cloud his judgement, and he cursed his stupidity.<br/><br/>but an Idea wormed it way into the scales heart, and he grinned at the white furred rat as turned his body slightly at to aim at the hyena, calling forth to him in some strange unrecontisable tongue than he himself couldnt understand as he gesured his arms to channel his magic.<br/><br/><br/>((Concentration check: roll 3 + 12 = 15)) (I think I failed<img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>)<br/><br/>cast: Charm person -- target: Hyena<br/>will saving throw   10base + 1lvl + 5cha =  Dc 16