<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EHC9lYtXkAEhS3T?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Irethe (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/41018784/V9YpDt)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Off-white woolen cloak & hood over blackened leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mystery Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all; Betty<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>28/30 -<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><strong>Passive Perception/Insight:</strong>12 / 14<br/><strong>Passive Investigation: </strong>15<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Bless (+1d4 to attack rolls / saving throws<br/><strong>Actions &amp; Rolls:</strong>Attempting to "disarm" the barrier of light<hr/><br/>Irethe watched the dead thing slump to the ground, lifeless once again. Eyes that were not entirely hers noted the human features behind the warping of undeath, and she felt sadness. This thing was a<em>creation</em>, made of a person and made something less, somehow. She grimaced lightly and used the dead thing's rags to clean her blades.   A quick glance over her shoulder told her that between everyone else, the remaining wight and skeleton didn't stand much of a chance. Irethe sheathed her dagger, but kept the sword out just in case, and started for the stairs, and the blinding wall of light. it wasn't that she didn't trust iridis' assessment of the barrier... it was that she didn't trust anyone, particularly.<br/><br/><strong>"Eri'beta, maybe you can help me open this pathway,"</strong>She called to the elvish bard. Irethe might not<em>trust</em>, but she knew magic wasn't her own strong point.<strong> "I'd rather not fry my eyes out trying to walk through this, if I can help it; I use them every now and then,"</strong>She chuckled softly, and drew a roll of leather containing an assortment of tools, wires, brushes and hte like from her cloak. She began looking for the means to drop the wall... luckily everything was well-illuminated, at least!