<div class="floatright">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Flint.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flint</span><br/><strong>Class</strong>:  Warpriest of Sarenrae (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1855004)<br/><strong>AC</strong>: 17<strong> Touch</strong>: 12<strong>Flatfooted</strong>: 15<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Saves</strong>:<strong>Fort</strong>+4<strong>Ref</strong>+2<strong>Will</strong>+5<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/>- Looking around the room (Perception = 16)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Flint unhooked his shield from his pack as he looked around.  "I wouldn't have minded a wee dram of hope myself." he said dryly as he made room for Rhea.  He picked up the stone that he enchanted and used it as a lantern to look around the room.  "Your eyes are better than mine in the dark, Rhea, so I'm going to rely on you to see farther than I can.  I'm only seeing a couple of dead Kobolds and not much else."<br/><br/>He called back up to the others, giving them the all clear to come down, and stepped further into the room.