<div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/8bbb/th/pre/i/2017/017/2/2/gideon_jura_face_study_by_artofryanyee-davro7o.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Darwishi</span></span><br/>Shabti Fighter(Gloomblade)/Medium (Reanimated Medium) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1669483)<br/>26 HP | AC 11 | Initiative +1| Status: Fatigued,<br/>Currently Channeling: Champion<br/>Location: Armory, then Kitchen<br/>Tagging: Kinessa, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Darwishi takes a suit of scale mail from one of the dead soldiers, carrying it in his arms to the armory, before looking for a longsword, and perhaps a sidearm of some sort, having decided to better arm himself. He calmly walks among the armory, checking racks and opening chests, unsure what exactly he was looking for. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php) He grabs a longsword, a shortsword, and other sundries. And then he saw her, firm, gently curved, bright and clean; an excellently crafted breastplate that made the battered, bloody, pierced mail in his arms look like a sad parody of proper armor. He dropped the suit unceremoniously and picked up the plate with a warm smile, whispering “Ah. Hello beautiful.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">PILFERED GEAR; taken from armory</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Soldier’s Uniform (1 gp)<br/>Masterwork breastplate (315 gp]<br/>Masterwork Short Sword (310 gp)<br/>Masterwork Longsword (315 gp)<br/>Brawler’s Kit (9 gp)<br/><br/>And whatever else turns up </div></div><br/>Darwishi moves to the kitchen, with a weapon belt on his shoulder, the two scabbards filled with his chosen swords, the breastplate slung over his shoulder to ease his carrying of it, and the pack on his back. He glances around. “Hm. Crowded. Pardon.” And with that, the quiet man blinked once or twice, admiring the view. “Witch.” It wasn’t an accusation, simply a statement of fact as he nodded to the cat respectfully. “May I join you?” He asked Kinessa, oddly quiet off the battlefield.<br/><hr/>TL;DR<br/><br/>Raiding armory, going to kitchen, and conversing.