<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:34/34<strong>Phantom</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness<strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br/><strong>AC</strong>:12<strong>Initiative</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Ophelia noticed the dwarf's cautious gait as he made his way across the deck, managing to deduce that he was equally inexperienced with such air craft, even if he didn't seem as frightened as she was. She supposed that made sense, dwarves being even more ground-based than most, and the idea of retreating below deck was a good one to say the least.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to the trio, Ophelia gave a nod, "ofcourse, they're not much fit for competition anyways..." the naive princess mused. Having to lose her garments...well it seemed sensical enough, one couldn't very well perform a contest in a dress. Would she have to don her armor then? Hmm, perhaps not. If it was a test of endurance than the heavy armor might prove a detriment rather than a boon. She had some more sporting clothes however that might work. She did find it odd that the tiny dragon emphasized not having any of the menfolk around, but didn't assume anything from it.<br/><br/>Still on wobbly knees, the princess would let go of the mast and end up crawling on hands and knees over to Ember and Amalea, no doubt giving Ember and Lexara further enticing ideas for their mischievous plans. When she reached them she would reach up to take Amalea's hand, forcing her way back to her feet, looking adorably childish as she held onto the much shorter woman for support, sheepishly following them below deck where the ground was at least a little bit more sturdy.