<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: At 2020-04-13 00:23:04, Arveene (uid: 31397) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146069)<br/><hr/>Arveene sat upon the buckboard of the wagon, beside the driver.  Though she didn't have a natural way like Sapphire, she had taken a turn at the reins every so often when the warrior had needed a rest.  Currently, however, the reins were indeed in Sapphire's more capable hands.<br/><br/>She turned to inform the others of something up ahead, but Merry was already up and speaking.  Arveene had to admit, she was appreciative of the music.  The trip would've been nearly unbearable without it.  Though, she did wish the woman would sit still, at times.<br/><br/>With the others aware of possible trouble, Arveene slipped her hand through the shield's straps, which had rested at her feet, and readied it.  She then shifted slightly in her scale mail to be more ready to defend Sapphire or herself, should an arrow come from the treeline.  Her light crossbow sat readied on her lap as it had for the entire trip thus far.<br/><br/>Keen eyes continued to scan ahead as she spoke a brief prayer.<strong>"Oh! Morninglord, grant your light upon us.  Guide us through yon peril, and grant those who have fallen thy mercy."</strong>