<hr/>Ayanah Tasmi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1317147)<br/>AC  14;  HP 10/10<br/>Action:  Cast Mage Armor;  3/4 lv. 1 spells left<br/>Perception: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=107057)<br/>Tagging:  Open<br/><hr/><br/>Time almost seems to move in slow motion as the door splinters open and Ayanah sees the silhouettes of hobgoblins.  Her face pales at the sight of the troop and for a moment sheer terror floods her mind until her sister failing her spell snaps her out of it with her innate sibling desire to say 'I told you that was a crutch' dragging her out of her panic, even though she doesn't really say it.<br/><br/>For a moment, she considers mounting the table in front of her and blasting the lot of them with flames... but there's innocent people in the way.  "Damn... G-get out of the way!"  She shouts feebly, voice clearly toned with a healthy dose of fear as she digs out a piece of cured leather from her belt pouch, traces a pattern on it with her fingertip and mutters something arcane.  A brief flash of a shield surrounding her flickers for a split second before becoming invisible.