<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/14102448_1771316849804667_7034300287058352564_n.png)</div>Name: Masako (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269016.msg13269943#msg13269943)<br/>Location: Dryad Forest<br/>AC: 16 (Armor of Shadows active, recast if necessary)<br/>HP: 31/31<br/>Passive Perception: 13/ Perception Roll: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=106721)<br/>Initiative: (If needed) 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=106722)<br/><hr/><br/>Masako had her pact blade out and slashed at the undergrowth blocking their way, her scimitar would easily hack through them as necessary. She just tried to breathe through her mouth to avoid smelling the rising swamp stink. She didn't like it at all, her boots were getting soaked; and the bugs kept buzzing about her; building up her irritation to the point she was considering magically blasting the entire area to kill them off. If she could; she would. But she knew better than to shout in irritation at the bugs and sucked it up and kept going. "huh now which way.... " she mused as she spotted the choices before them and listened to what was going on.  Perhaps she could pick up on a direction to go by listening; this cleared path seemed a bit ...convenient.  However, she kept her weapon up and prepared for whatever would come at them.<br/><br/>"I hate this place. It's too...still..." she said quietly.<br/>