<div class="floatleft">(https://images2.imgbox.com/7a/ab/CYv8uw0F_o.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Ana Field (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473922)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">AC:</span></strong>22<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">HP:</span></strong>58/58<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">EFFECTS:</span></strong>Results from linguistics check<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">PERCEPTION:</span></strong>+9<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Open. Urd,<br/><hr/><br/>“Ah. There’s some sort of writing on the thing.” She points to it. “I can’t make out the specifics but I think if we got close enough and maybe uncovered the letters, I think I’d be able to make out what it’s saying. ‘Course, there’s no telling if what we come across there will let us do that.” Ana spoke calmly, clearly steeling herself for what would lie ahead. Upon hearing Urd's worry, the blonde looked in her direction. "Whether it came up by itself or something dug it up, we'll deal with it together."