<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses        <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20                      <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br/><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 3/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br/><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br/></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br/>Burning Hands<br/>Magic Missile<br/>Feather Fall<br/>Disguise Self<br/>Invisibility<br/>Tasha's Mind Whip<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Ahshala stepped forward, mindful to give a wide berth to the freshly created centaur corpse on the ground. Her nose wrinkled at the grizzly sight as she scampered passed on her tip toes like the body might stir to life and snatch an ankle. Even more space was given to the centaur that still lived, with the elven woman orbiting roughly ten feet away in what she calculated to be a relatively safe distance.<br/><br/>Amberyll had hurried forward to pose the question that Ahshala thought to be the most pressing one. Rather than inundate the surrendered centaur with a flood of questions, the wizard sought to add clarity to Amberyll's query. Much as Viryian had done in his tent, Ahshala held her palm out flat and produced a conjured image of Kythis to the best of her recollection. "We are looking for this human in particular. Black hair. Dark skin. Seen any humans like that?"