<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/Df14BBpH/wingedelf.jpg)<br/></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Mizerial Goldeneyes (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2370418)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>12<strong>Investigation:</strong>12<strong>Insight:</strong>12<br/><strong>Armor Class:</strong>16<strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<strong>Speed:</strong>30 ft (walk/fly)<br/><strong>Hit Points:</strong>15/15<strong>Hit Dice:</strong>(3/3)d6<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fine clothes and flowing robe<br/><hr/><br/>Listening what the slave told she nods.<strong>"So games are run only for one day I take it? Or will there be more events tomorrow?"</strong>She actually had no intrest in the games, and the whole festival was far more intresting, by itself. And the prize, or exploration to an new world, was nothing she was here for.<br/><br/>Mizerial was here for information, and the games provided none of that. She headed toward the inns, as they were full of merry folk, that had lose tongues.