<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/00/e1/4c00e1fdb524610ab33362d41a28e99b.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Tel Blackforge (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1490899)</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8 / 8<strong>AC:</strong>17 (T: 13, FF: 14)<strong>CMD:</strong>13<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<strong>Speed:</strong>30<strong>Perception Bonus:</strong>+2<hr/><br/><br/>A low groan spills from the dark haired lass as she slides off her mule, hood pulled up over her head to protect her pale skin from the sun and a scarf wrapped around her mouth and nose. Pressing her hands against the small of her back she arches and twists with a few more small groans. Quickly setting the beast up with food and water she wanders over to where the rest of the small group stares at the wreck, a giggle slipping from her at Barik and Kargus's comments. "The dark doesn't hide much as ya'll seem to think." She dips her head towards Rachel as the gypsy woman fiddles with her cards.<br/><br/>Crossing her arms over her chest she stares up at the wreck, frown hidden by her scarf. "Question though. Why not check the place and use it for shelter? Surely it's at least a little sturdier then just tents. Tilting her head back to peer up at the sky she shrugs. "Even in the shadow of that thing's probably better then out in the open?"<br/><br/>A hand comes up and rubs the back of her head through her hood as she gives another shrug. "Not the best at all that survival stuff I'll admit. So i may be missing something." She gives a dry laugh before heading back to claim her musket from her mule. "Give me books or a mine any day over trying to find a cactus in the desert."<br/>