<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> Studded Leather Armor         <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/>"Hah there, Littlebean," Amberyll called, giving the reins of her donkey a little tug to slow it up. She had been traveling north with hopes to consult hte visions of the oracles of Arkadia. News of the centaur raids had spread rapidly though, as had news of the apprentices' kidnapping by those ruffians. In Amberylle's mind, this was opportunity; find a way to help rescue the seer from captivity, and<em>perhaps</em>the eyeless sight wouldn't mind Amberyll's nearly-empty coin purse.<br/><br/>She approached the checkpoint and its knot of petitioners at a slow trot - not that the donkey she was riding really cared to go faster anyway. As she did, the began unwinding the scarf she wore from her face; no doubt the overseer wanted to see who he was sending through, after all.  But it would obviously be a while, to judge from the numerous tents and carts that had beaten her to this pass. For a moment she scanned the hills, considering trying her luck by skirting through them. "What do you think Littlebean, up for a long walk?" She scritched the animal's coarse mohawk of a mane, before slipping off of the saddle to the dusty road with a light<em>whump</em>from her bare feet. "Yes, I suppose, better safe than sorry before breakfast. Stay here. I'm going to get something to eat.."<br/><br/>Surely there was someone heating up something, willing to share for a few of the grubby Pyke coppers she had left after purchasing the recalcitrant ass she rode in on. And it's always good to see the sighs anyway!