<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/788133838836596778/788230174776885318/b7c207fc046de9d6f6233fb58182c063.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Iridis Preta (https://ddb.ac/characters/41019974/VKXCxR)<br/><strong>Class/Level:</strong>Cleric 1/Wizard 2<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Robes of elegance and fancy scale mail.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mystery Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>26/26 -<strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Perception: 11 | Insight: 13 | Investigation: 15<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Cat Familiar active<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>"Excellent, off we shall go then," Iridis would say, stepping towards the door, his height looming even as he stepped slightly stooped with his staff. As he neared the door, however, he slowed. "I will follow behind, last in our little marching order. I am a tad too noticeable to be anyplace near the front, if we are taking the stealthier route." With a tiny smile, noticeable only by the lift of his white mustache, he pressed a hand to his chest and cast Guidance on himself--aid for whatever came next.<br/><br/>"Are we ready, my young friends?" Some of the people here were close enough to be considered as such. Others, if he were honest, were but tenuous allies. He only hoped that the unknowns were friendly and skilled enough to be more than humanoid shields. Seeing as they were transported along with himself and the Dark Lord's own niece, he had little doubt that they would be valuable, however. And that value might well soon be shown.