<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>Sumara was certainly taken aback by the critical nature of the human soldier.  Her uniform wasn't even anything she was asked to wear, it was her family armor, and the fact that it lacked protection on the upper legs could be said to be a purposeful design flaw.  After all, the thighs weren't the easiest place to attack, particularly as her shield tended to cover them just about all of the time, and she was trained in defending this exposed area.  It also meant that despite the heavy armor she wore, she could be quicker on her feet than the fighter was.  Besides, it's not like she hadn't tried to find a pair of protective leggings, it was just that every blacksmith that took one look at her told her she was fine as she was and refused to 'cover up those fine legs' as they often said.<br/><br/>"Um... right... of course..." she stuttered with a nod, though why she was surprised the fully armored woman was complaining about that was beyond her.  "Yes my kind doesn't travel much.  Most of us have it pretty good back home."  When the others finally joined them, Sumara nodded and decided to take the lead.  "Alright, everyone's here?  Let's go, the longer we wait the worse everything will get."  It was an assumption on her part, though in her experience, allowing baddies to do as they wished made bad situations worse.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The paladin nearly walked straight unto the ice before she came to a stop, her boot slipping a bit as she took a single step off the crunchy snow and unto the slippery frozen surface.  Taking a step back, she wasn't sure how well the ice would hold under the weight of her equipment.  "Well that's inconvenient..."  Looking over the rest of the party, she uttered, "Any ideas?"<br/><br/>Listening to both plans, she looked over the frozen area, trying to think of which plan would be more sound.  She wasn't overly intellectual, her past having been wasted on more... dexterity and strength based pursuits...  "Maybe we could try both?" she asked.  She lacked the equipment to chop down a tree, though she withdrew one of her javelins from her side holster, pulled out a long length of hemp rope, tied the rope around the middle of the javelin, and presented it to the cleric.  "It's worked over several times before but never over frozen ice..."<br/><br/>