<div class="floatleft">(https://www.nonfictiongaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/ld212_ash_uxiyudxxey.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Arveene Amblecrown<br/><strong>Perception: </strong>17 (passive)<br/><strong>Current Hp: 10/10</strong><br/><strong>Action: </strong>Scanning the narrowing road and looking for signs of being attacked.<br/><strong>AC: </strong>18<br/><br/>Rolls: No roll, casting bless on Merry, Sapphire, and Kaldara.  Whenever they make an attack roll or a saving throw before the spell ends, the target can roll a d4 and add the number rolled to the attack roll or saving throw.<br/><br/>Bonus action - pickup crossbow<br/><hr/>Arveene was looking behind them again when she heard the scream.  Her attention quickly swung back to the area where Merry and Kaldara were, only to feel something thunk off her scale mail.  She glanced down to see the black fetched arrow fall to the wagon's floorboard.  At the same time, she noticed an arrow sticking out of Sapphire.  Before the cleric could react, as if enraged, the warrior leaped from the wagon and charged the goblin attacking the bard.  It was a glorious blow, and Arveene was certain the creature was dead upon impact.<br/><br/>With the realization that her comrades were likely going to be moving away from her, Arveene mumbled the words and performed the gestures, as if second nature.  She concentrated on the holy emblem etched into the back of her shield, then a holy light bathed her three companions.<br/><br/>With the spell cast, she picked up her crossbow from her lap, dropped from the wagon and moved twenty feet forward to support her allies.