<strong>Iefyr (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1029015)</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative = 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98504)</div></div><br/>When Iefyr saw the horses and slowed his pace from the front of the caravan. Falling back to just the side of the cart he drew the mace from its sling at his hip and his shield from his back.<br/><strong>"Draw your prey to a location where your pack can surround it, but it has less of a path to escape."</strong>Iefyr recited as if reading from a manual.<br/><strong>"Beatrix, I take it you are used to combat."</strong>He eyed her blade and rank insignia.<br/><strong>"I'd like you at my side, any of you more familiar with combat around the wagon. Those less adept at fighting, help clear the road. Then get in the wagon and aim at any attackers at range."</strong>The commands were precise.<br/>All the while he<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">looked and listened</div><div class="spoiler_body">perception = 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=98503)</div></div>to the forest around them for any sign of their attackers.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure how many of the others heard or listened to him as everyone seemed to be about their own preparations. He just hoped whatever ambush would be slower than his reactions.