<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Sabri.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sabri<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><strong>HP:</strong>8 / 10<strong>AC:</strong>16 (T: 13, FF: 13)<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Plotting!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Enlil, Evelyn, NPCs<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sabri follows the shimmer of light, and wishes only to see this through without dying; or losing either Enlil or Evelyn. Simple wishes... shaking her head at her own fancy, she sits, stretching her legs and wrinkling her nose at Enlil. "We came out here to help these people, one way or the other." She brushes absently at the floor, doodling with a stick. "Pits..? This is one of those.. battle-field control things? Forcing them to move in certain ways, so that we cannot be easily overrun?" She looks up, head tilted. "With no walls, that will be harder; I did not even see stakes in the ground."<br/><br/>She considers her handiwork, then offers the stick, her crude map of the village could use some refinement. "If they can be frightened; even panicked, it might be the easier to drive them into such pits..?" Or worse traps, but there might not be enough oil for something like that to work. Sabri leans back a little, thinking, drawing to mind all the stories about goblin raids that she's ever heard, and how - if successfully - the little blighters were driven off or killed.