<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b2/dd/c9/b2ddc9952586cf46b7ff8fe9cae803ef.jpg)</div><strong>Melinor Markavio Morgendorffe</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 11 | <strong>Initiative:</strong> +1 | <strong> PP:</strong> 13<br/><strong>1st level Spell Slots:</strong> 4<br/><strong>1st level spells Prepared:</strong> Fog Cloud, Magic Missile, Jump, Unseen Servant<br/><strong>2nd level Spell Slots:</strong> 2<br/><strong>2nd level spells Prepared:</strong> Web, Flaming Sphere</div></div><hr/>As he had intended, Melinor left the others to their festivities, and retired to a nice spot where he had already  prepared his bedroll and a small ceramic pot. With a mumbled word - "Hickenpoof!" if anyone is listening - and a rub of his thumb against his ivory lip-whiskers, that pot was bubbling hot, and ready for tea; the scent of licorice and bitter herbs wafted across the camp briefly, and it was clear Melinor took no pleasure in drinking whatever this concoction was. After that brew, he eased his bones into the bedroll, hemming and hawing as he arranged his accouterments; A clear cabochon-cut piece of quartz rested on his forehead between the eyes, a dried sage leaf pressed under the tongue, and a quiet mumbling as he named the stars one by one until he finally dozed off. The sage was supposed to prevent snoring, but it didn't work very well.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">remainder</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dice roll: 2018-05-31 00:50:38   At 2018-05-31 00:50:38, melinor 1D8 (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d8 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120555)<br/><br/>It's likely to take Melinor ~45 minutes to finish his tea, do his pre-sleep ritual nonsense, and then finally clonk out.<br/>He's sleeping in the camp itself, and hasn't made any specific plans to be near anyone - and wouldn't shoo them off if they wanted to sleep nearby.<br/>He's just sleeping in a bedroll. <br/><br/>Probably in a tree nearby is his familiar, Methilos, who is generally watching out for his master and occasionally dining on a vole or unleashing the most godawful shrieking noises you can imagine. because of course it's a screech owl:<br/>(http://kids.sandiegozoo.org/sites/default/files/2017-07/greathornedowl-01.jpg)</div></div>