<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/788133838836596778/788215007485231104/1dadfc_7247875_2.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Meris Searhammer (https://ddb.ac/characters/35944902/ZaPbJ7)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cleric of Surtur Armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mystery Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yes<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>30/30 -<strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Passive Perception/Insight:</strong>15<br/><strong>Passive Investigation:</strong>9<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Fire Resistance<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Checking the hallway outside<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"It ought not fall so swiftly, lest our invaders would lose their invading force in the rubble with us. Come along, it would seem we're... mostly of the same mind to ransack what we might. A mere two floors up is the armory. We might save some of it's stock from the invaders... How much further up is the laboratory? That may be out of our reach, alas."<br/><br/>Discussion was all well and good, but it could be done on the move to Meris' mind. She said her piece, but steps needed to be taken now. Whittling time away with talk would weaken their chances of survival. She makes for the barrel room's door, shoving it open with her shield, and holding it up at her chest and neck height protectively as she peers out in to the hallway beyond, checking in both directions. Her hammer waits in hand, ready to give what's known as a Dwarven Handshake in some parts, to any less-than-friendly visitors.