<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DEdcyEB.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Grella Bonecrusher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342165.msg16270236#msg16270236)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Elc Barbarian<br/><strong>HP:</strong>17/23<strong>Armor:</strong>+1<strong>XP:</strong>x/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Understanding and carrying on<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 16 (+2)    Constitution: 15 (+1)<br/>  Dexterity: 13 (+1) Intelligence: 9 (-) Wisdom: 8 (-1)  Charisma: 12 (-)  Damage: D10 Gold: 16 (2 winter gear purchases for her and Xanavel<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>The travel, even during the moments they seemed lost, was still more favorable to Grella than staying still in one place. Sure, the guildhall they secured was a great place to be, but to be out and stretching one's legs on a journey was always her heart's desire. She left a much grander place and standard of living to satiate that desire and that had no chance of ending any time soon. Now lack of food, on the other hand…that was tough. She could definitely tell that she did not require food as much, but she was still used to portions when she ate. Large portions. Grella was no shrinking violet, and she ate to make sure she never became one.<br/><br/>When the group was informed of the musical trap, it gave Grella a moment to remember a story of a traveler that used wax to get beyond a musical trap meant to ensnare them. She shared the story with the others, wondering if there was any way that same technique could be applied to their situation. Every once in a while, the Elc paid attention to her studies, though it made absolute sense that the exciting perils of an adventurer would carve itself into her mind. "However way we go, if it becomes a fight, I will smash their instruments to splinters and let S eat them…well, maybe not eat them…we'll see"<br/>