<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xvgW7nh.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Stella Sweetspell</span></strong></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Human (F), Bard/Warmage<br/>AC: 14, HP: 8<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2468098)</span><br/><hr/>It was all Stella could do to roll her eyes, sighing as she tuned out of the conversation at hand. She supposed they'd just have to deal with any nuisances when they came their way--though somehow, she doubted that giant insects would be among them. Rather than that, the young woman focused her attention on carefully navigating the treacherous terrain before them.<br/><br/>Carrying things was a bit of a burden, but just for the sake of being able to better navigate a bit solo, she reached into her backpack and whipped out a torch--promptly lighting it to add to the minimal light their little band had managed to produce.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, at least we've made some progress."</strong>She mused, heeding Alfie's advice and being particularly careful of the ground when she took her first step into the courtyard to prevent a fall.<strong>"I mean, the ground can't <em>all</em> be fit to crumble beneath our feet. If the goblins come and go from here, then there has to be a safe way forward."</strong>Stella muttered.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DM's Delights</div><div class="spoiler_body">-</div></div>