<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/498e6e71aa24d44cc569905317e530e1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Cheng-Ming (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2467751)</strong><br/></span><hr/><em>Stonesinger Bard 4</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>32<strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+7<br/><hr/><br/>"It's only a model."<br/><br/>The quip came from nowhere, and was completely a non-sequitur in regards to the awesome sight of the fortress the company looked upon.  Bearing a long-hafted spear from which fluttered the banner of the gathered adherents of Zhar, stepped forth the good-humored and somewhat nonsensical member of the party, Cheng-Ming.  Part herald, part morale officer, part accountant, and sometimes company-cook, the exotic-looking foreigner had prepared a small sand-table displaying the basic make-up of the fortress, using sand, dirt, sticks, and small rocks.  The outwards layout and perimeter were all obvious to the observer members, though the scale left something to be desired.  Gesturing over the sand-table, he once more spoke with a deadpan expression.<br/><br/>"It's only a model, as I said, but it should help us determine the best plan of approach.  There's just the one drawbridge, which seems a terrible idea for a first pick.  I suspect there's a rear or side gatehouse, perhaps a concealed exit that allows for slipping in and out when required.  We should definitely circle the walls and terrain, to get a more accurate model of the fortress."