<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sKxadyl.png)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Haysel Skeane (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1895771)<br/><strong>Setting:</strong>Lansite, Planet Cordovia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Road<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amalthea, Curra, Kye, Rosa, Senna, Thea<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>STAM:</strong>8/8<strong>RES:</strong>4/4<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Fighting her unease, Haysal climbed down from the wagon with the furs still wrapped around her, in part hiding the handaxe she was still holding, "I told you shouldn't have trusted those gnomes, I swear, from next expedition forward, it will only be dwarven made vehicles" she growled in frustration, shaking her head in mock irritation, "I myself am dwarven made and I have yet to let you down, would you not say?" the smith boasted loudly, mixing some embellishment of what she hoped was the truth into her act.