<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Jarett_North.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Merry </strong><br/><strong>Perception: 12 </strong><br/><strong>Current Hp: 10/10</strong><br/><strong>Action: </strong>Dismount cart, move into thicket on right of trail<br/><strong>AC: 12</strong><br/><br/>Rolls:  Roll Perception to spot hidden enemies https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146068<br/><hr/><br/>Merry was almost dozing as she idly plucked at the strings of her lute in the back of the laden wagon. The journey from Neverwinter had thus far been uneventful and the gentle rocking of the oxcart and her comfortable seat upon sacks of grain had lulled her into a pleasant reverie. This was dispelled as the cart lurched abruptly to a halt. Putting aside her lute the bard scrambled up and peered past Arveene and Sapphire seated on the wagon's buckboard.<br/><br/>A pair of horses lay blocking the middle of the rough track, their flanks peppered with arrows.<br/><br/>"I say, it appears mischief is afoot." The bard rather needlessly exclaimed. "Gundren and his chap would have been ahead of us. Those horses are theirs, I would wager."<br/><br/>The bard slipped over the right side of the wagon and drew her rapier. "Cover me." She hissed sotto voce to her companions mounted on the driving seat of the wagon. "I'll work my way forward to investigate."<br/><br/>The woods and undergrowth were close to the track at this point so Merry scrambled up the embankment and into the trees and bushes immediately to the right of the cart. Once she was in among the partial cover she looked forward to the thicket on the right of the fallen horses attempting to see if anyone lay in ambush. Dodging from tree to tree she began to move forward through the thicket bordering the track.