<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2VOqsHE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Y'mir Vozi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2717746)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Dance Rounds:</strong>7/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Survival: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=162538)<br/><hr/><br/>Y'mir hummed cheerily to himself as he waltzed his way through the forest, deftly weaving between trees and hopping over snags and bushes. It wasn't that he was happy to trudge into the dense, dark forest, but if he had to do it he would at least try to keep the mood up, "So, what do you all expect we'll find when we get there?" Y'mir asked the rest of team Avalanche. Despite maneuvering so expertly, Y'mir wasn't actually paying much attention to his surroundings. To be honest the mithra had the survival instincts of a lemming, and wouldn't be too reliable at picking up on any signs of potential danger.