<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, plus Studded Leather Armor (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/2b/8e/df2b8ec2e82024727e0c97f194333c99.jpg)         <strong>AC:</strong> 15<br/><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17                      <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br/><strong>Resources:</strong>  <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 2/2<br/><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br/></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br/><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br/><br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br/><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br/><br/><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br/><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br/><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>After putting up with that display, Amberyll was eager to get out and get to work. Out of the tent and back into the sun, she took the time to slip her hood back up, taking a second to free her ears, then collected Littlebean, climbing aboard the animal.  "They're busy managing the gate and people traveling through. Plus, do you think any of<em>them</em>want to go off after centaurs?" She leaned over and swatted at Tali's tail as they walked<br/><br/>Shading her eyes, Amberyll scanned around. "Well. it's still morning." She she had still only eaten a porridge...<em>Well, that was more than you grew up on, so tough it out Amberyll</em>, she chided herself. "A bunch of scouts wouldn't be squatting out in nowhere; we should look for some hoofprints and see where they lead, ourselves... like as not the missing soldiers are in that direction as well. But..." her ears folded back against her hood. "I can't tell horse from manticore in dirt like this." Or any other kind of dirt, but she didn't need to admit that much incompetence. Still, she'd help as she could, and take pointers from whoever might lead that search.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>Amberyll's going to provide the help action for Survival, if anyone is going to try to find / follow tracks.