<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2ytsUmk.jpg?1)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Koba  (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1741393)</strong></span><br/><em>Trapmaster/Survivalist<br/>HP: 33; AC 19.  Conditions: None.</em><br/><br/>There's a clapping of hooves as Koba draws her horse's reigns back a little sharper than normal, but she keeps her eyes facing forward as the reigns twist in her hand.  A deep breath later, and she turns her horse in a wide circle away and back around the carriage, keeping her head upright, her face stoic, as she goes to circle a campsite.  She leans over from the saddle and hoists the chain of bear-traps from the clapboard side-- two big, burlap sacks weighed with iron mechanisms inside-- and slings them over the saddle for when the site is selected.