<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/bYExCuJ.png)<br/><strong>Jen'mawg</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15232450#msg15232450)<br/></div></div><strong>HP:</strong>15/15<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><strong>Spells Slots:</strong>4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd<br/><strong>Misc:</strong><em>Blessing of the Forge is on her dagger</em><br/><hr/><br/>Jen'mawg stares up at the hand that ruffles it her hair, not that it can accomplish much with the bits of worked metal up there keeping everything in place. She continues to chew her food, eyeing Calanthe as if she is worried the woman might try to take it, despite there being plenty for everyone. "Ah, cooking." She says, eyes perking up a little. "An excellent talent, one of the few skills I do not possess." She says matter of factly, more a betrayal of a lack of social grace than real arrogance.<br/><br/>Jen'mawg glances up at Zhendaya as the centaur calls for Jenny, then glances away a bit embarrassed as she realizes the call was for the tiefling, not her. There is a touch of what looks like disappointment in the githyanki's eyes, as if she was secretly hoping someone might be wanting to speak to her, or maybe that she had made a new friend. The look vanishes quickly when Jen'mawg glances back to the party.<br/><br/>"We can fashion a tent easily enough." She says to the other Jen, "I would just need some sticks and canvas. Or something that sufficiently resembles sticks and canvas. Or even something that doesn't at all if you don't need the tent very long." She wraps her stash of meat and cheese up carefully in a cloth and places it in her pack.<br/><br/>She eyes the centaur again. "Zhendaya, may I inspect your blade at some convenient time? It appears as though it may be an ideal instrument for the blessing of Tharmekhul. If you can spare it for a few moments when we make camp. With or without tents." She says, giving Jenny something that looks almost like a smile for a brief moment.<br/><br/>