<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/><strong>"What do you meen about pebbles? But no matter, if that is your take on this, I wish you best of luck but keep in mind what I said earlier."</strong>Mizerial sighed audibly. There was no teaming to be had with this simpletons. She bows lightly and pulled her robe over her wings, and started to look around for<strong>Ravidak</strong>and the elites of his mercenary band.