<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/369174/photo.JPG?1410498517)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Agira</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Agira ir'Marca (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1010131)</strong><br/><strong>HP</strong> 12/12   <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 19 - <strong>Touch</strong> 12 - <strong>FF</strong> 17 - <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +4 <strong>Ref</strong> +2 <strong> Will</strong> +2<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +4<br/><strong>Stance:</strong> Scarlet Einhander</div></div><hr/>Agira nods her head in agreement with the suggestions from the others. "If their guard is as lax as you say, then even the most basic of ambushes will catch them off guard. Let's see how they like it when they're the ones being outnumbered. Wouldn't be surprised to see the cowards drop their weapons and beg for mercy on the spot." Agira offered a confident smirk to Oleg and Svetlana, the woman so supremely confident that the bandits would pose absolutely no threat that she had already put the confrontation out of her mind and moved on to other matters.<br/><br/>With a shrug of her shoulders, Agira sheds her backpack and deposits it on the ground with a sigh of relief. "So what do you say you show us around, Oleg? I'd love to see what you've managed to do with this old fort. I might even be able to offer a helping hand for some of the chores around here. Beats waiting around and doing nothing until tomorrow morning, right?" With that, Agira picks her belongings back up off the ground and holds the pack under her arm, looking toward Oleg with a barely noticeable smile and an expectant expression on her face.