<div class="floatright">(https://images2.imgbox.com/7f/9d/Qce1i3fG_o.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Alice Fabre</strong><br/><strong>AC:</strong>18|<strong>HP:</strong>24/ 24|<strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+6 (+2 init)|<strong>Stealth:</strong>-1 |<strong>Senses: N/A</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All of group B<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking out shady shit<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>As the group notices the dead horses, Alice first looks around, a hand close to her blade as she gives out a small gasp. While she was somewhat use to fighting now, actual brutality was still something of a surprise. "Well..." She looked to the arrows, and then to the group. "Seems we're not alone out in these woods. I would say we need to be vigilant, there's no telling if the killers are still hiding out here or elsewhere but I have no desire to share the fate of their victims."