<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>Sarenrite Monastery<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amalthea, Curra, Kye, Miriam, 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/>"Perhaps it was dwarves... or maybe gnomes... or humans or goblins... all of us have the skill necessary to craft or at least steal and operate such constructs" she sighed, not really wanting to implicate any race in particular, not even their hated subterranean cousins, but merely to suggest what technological marvels might have assisted the attackers in this peculiar situation. The pyre set, the ginger haired woman reunited with her clockwork companion and collected her equipment.<br/><br/>Looking to the bandit, "Not everything's about gold, especially if you belong to one of the monstrous races who won't be spending it at the local markets at any rate... slaves will achieve far more for such races than a pile of coins."<br/><br/>