<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>At 2020-04-27 00:56:14, Arveene (uid: 31397) rolls: 1d8 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146493)+2<br/><strong>AC: </strong>18<br/><hr/>Not at all happy with what she found, especially since there wasn't a healing potion, Arveene limped back to the wagon and found some clean cloth to use to bandage her leg.  She then slumped against a wagon wheel, trusted Merry to watch for more danger, and dozed off.<br/><br/>After a short rest, she stood, collected her weapons, and followed the others to the path they'd mentioned.  With Lathander's light, they might yet rescue their employer, and their paycheck.