<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DOR3Vgw.jpg)</div>Name: Mother Yati (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2627938) ; Level: 1<br/>AC: 12 | hp: 11 | Speed: 35ft<br/>Passive Perception: 11 | Passive Investigation: 10 | Passive Insight: 11<br/>Spells: 1lv. 1/1<br/>Actions:<br/>Status Effects:<br/>Tagging:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Scavenger List</div><div class="spoiler_body"><del> - a healing potion, found or purchased</del><br/> - a specific kind of seashell<br/> - a good quality longbow<br/> - a floor tile from the old ruins<br/> - a lute<br/> - a wealthy hat, not suited for wearing (unless it's a familiar)</div></div><hr/><br/>Yati couldn't help but roll her eyes at Chubizz, both at her jealous glares and her simple minded speech and behavior. Despite them both being goblins, it seemed the two couldn't be any more different. The short time she had spent with the uncivilized girl reminded her of the stories her parents would tell of their own home village. The two had originally been part of an entire tribe of goblins, all of them feral and barbaric. They would thieve and mug and pillage to get by, the lowest of bandit scum. However her parents had seen the error of their ways, given a second chance by a merciful band of adventurers who had spared them after taking out most of their raiding party. By the time Yati had been born, the two had fully reformed and settled down to live a quiet life in a farming town. As such Yati had never known the kind of primitive life that most goblins were born into, something she was eternally grateful for, even more so when seeing her fellow green skin dumbly refer to a finely crafted rapier as a "metal stick".<br/><br/>When everyone started pitching in gold to buy the potion, Yati fished out a single silver coin and held it up with a shrug as if to say "that's all I got". Once the shopping was finished she gave Melissa an agreeing nod, "the ruins it is"