<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/p3nclh2pbdi11.png)</div>Name: Mavis Carrie Dorns (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1965485)<br/>HP: 8/8<br/>AC: 14 (FF: 10)<br/>Saves: Fort+2, Ref+3, Will+2<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Arcana At 2019-08-12 06:37:28, Yugishogun (uid: 42100) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138554)</div></div>Tagging: The Party, Gnomes, Kobolds, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The next several minutes were essentially a montage of Mavis facepalming with a heaping of cringe as she watched the others bumble about. They found her attempt to harmlessly knock out the more volatile elements of combat was apparently bad, but they all felt bickering about during said combat was perfectly fine for some reason! Even when the dispute was handled, the madness didn't seemed to stop. "W-Would you a-all stop?! O-Our only h-hint of where civilization w-was just walked o-off while a-all of you st-started groping y-yourselves again...." The flustered sorceress awkwardly blurted out.