<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1b/BettyPost.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eri'Beta 'Betty' Vayne (https://ddb.ac/characters/41026022/5dmnRd)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shown<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>27/27 -<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Perception - 14 | Investigation - 13 | Insight - 11<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong>Init (19)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Betty walked across her conjured bridge last and then stopped in her tracks behind the others, leaning to try and peek around the larger bodies to see what lay ahead.  A hand rose to cover her mouth as she muffled a gasp, peering at the undead beings staring up the stairs as if transfixed.  Glancing to Iridis, she shuffled a bit and chewed her lower lip, gaze flicking from him to the others curiously.  Truth was, Betty was accustomed to others making her decisions, and beyond her absolute insistence that they fetch her beloved uncles things...she had no idea what to do.<br/><br/>Dropping her voice, she whispered to the elder Firbolg wizard, who served quite handily as a stand-in for her late guardian.  "What do you think we ought to do, Iridis?  Can we not fight them?"