<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>17/25<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 knight had no healing ability, and the bard wanted to hold off until they dealt with the bandits.  The wound on her leg was beginning to clot, and Lynna simply nodded, not wanting to show weakness around any of her new associates.<br/><br/>It wasn't as though she'd been wounded all that badly, after all.  The life of a fighter dictated getting beaten around from time to time, and even though it never stopped hurting, she was mostly used to it.<br/><br/>"Let's keep going."