<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NciBS5w.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nigel<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16|<strong>HP:</strong>12/ 12|<strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>4 |<strong>Stealth:</strong>6 |<strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>2 / 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Nigel could do nothing but gape in the face of apparent madness. At least, until he felt a hand on his head and he reflexively rubbed back against it, though he didn't drop his satchel. "I'm Nigel," he repeated to the new arrival, glad to see that there were more people around who, presumably, didn't see him as food. "Master Lesage sent me here, I'm expecting at Mister Grundren's request. But not as food," he was quick to add. "My master wouldn't want me eaten. He... uhm..." Nigel thought back to how he'd been treated. "Well, apprentices are expensive, at least," was as much as he could really say. "I'm not certain, though, exactly what this is. Would you know, Miss Del?"