<strong>Caline Hunithundlin</strong><br/><br/>I step past my sister, ignoring the woman who decided to abandon us, and then glare toward the hobgoblin mage.  At least, he looked like a mage to me, and I sprout claws and hiss out the words to a spell in abyssal, launching a trio of crimson darts at him.<br/><br/>((Magic Missile to the cleric, 2+5+5=12))