<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3rOp7i1.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Serana Vi Marian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1825891)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:12/12<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>:17<strong>Initiative</strong>:<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong>roll:<br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Serana held back and allowed Ria to work her special kind of magic. Honestly it was concerning just how skilled her tongue was, especially when combined with her magic that seemed to make the others...suggestible...It didn't sit well with her, especially since she knew Ria didn't exactly have the purest intentions.<br/><br/>"Roldare!" Serana exclaimed, following his ushering inside, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Are you alright? what's happened here? we've encountered nothing but death since we stepped inside, before so even." she asked, looking him over to ensure he wasn't visibly wounded. None of this made sense, what was behind all of these deaths and strange phenomenon? And why were the other villagers even here in the first place? "Roldare, how did you end up in this place? Why would the other villagers come here knowing the dangers?" she asked. If they had sent them here as a fully equipped party, and even they had struggled with the dangers they encountered, why would they ever send under-equipped villagers? They themselves were hardly fit to face these creatures, much less an unarmed cobbler.