<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5d/Lynna.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lynna<br/><strong>Class</strong>: Fighter, Level 1<br/><strong>Stats</strong>: STR -1, DEX +2, CON +1, INT +0, WIS +1, CHA +0<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Other important information</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gear: Signature Weapon, Scale Armor, Dungeon Rations, 2 Healing Potions, 22 Coins<br/><br/>Load 5/11<br/><br/>XP: 0/8<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>The further they went in - even if Lynna would never admit it - the more nervous she started to feel.  Expressing fear was not unlike vocalizing the displeasure of walking around in soggy boots: a true warrior wouldn't waste the breath.<br/><br/>She stayed pretty quiet, with only the occasional faint shiver proving that elf blood runs the same temperature as that of everyone else.  Her eyes, though, peered out over that of the nearby fires.<br/><br/>It looked like there were quite a lot of these bandits, which meant that, she explained in a whisper, "At least one of us should stay back to keep them from fleeing back through the pass."  The simple reach of her weapon, while formidable, demonstrated that she'd be of little use if she didn't rush forward.<br/><br/>"I don't see any alarm system, so just rush in and overwhelm them before they can organize enough to deal with us?"  She peered carefully out over the camp, wanting to make sure she didn't miss anything to suggest.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 2d6, adding 1 to the total<br/>Comment: Discern Realities<br/>Result: 6, 2,<br/>Total: 9<br/><br/>What should I be on the lookout for?