<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4c/24/ec/4c24eca7ebd0dc686c29b65ebd20b0e2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dipple Whittmuffyn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2363205)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dirndl with patched skirt, apron, and stockings<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the woods; heading to the Mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ophelia, Morgan; Open<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>Mage Armor (https://aonprd.com/SpellDisplay.aspx?ItemName=Mage%20Armor) (1 Hour)<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8 |<strong>AC:</strong><acronym title="Touch 13, Flat Footed 15">17</acronym><br/><strong>Spells Per Day:</strong>1<sup>st</sup>: 2/3<br/><hr/><br/>Dipple huffed a bit at Ophelia's suggestion she stay behind.<strong>"I'm short, not incompetent. And it sounds like <em>you</em> could use <em>my</em> help."</strong>She put her hands on her hips and squinted up at the woman for a moment, then turned on her heel to accompany them.<br/><br/>The sight of the little skittering clockworks caught her by surprise, and she crouched down to try to get a better look at one as it skittered away.<strong>"Blacksmith, you say? Looks like they've bene up to more than banging out horseshoes..."</strong>She looked over her shoulders, eyes widening as Morgan transformed. The wolf's ears - and no one else's - could pick up the bright, high-pitched gnomish squeal of delight.<br/><br/>But still, with everyone aroudn her getting all cautious, Dipple decided to do the same. She dug into a pouch at her hip, drawing out a cord of dark leather, and began wrapping it around her hand as she intoned a number of arcane syllables; "<em>Surbrustaĵo!</em>" And with a flash of white light and the brief smell of hot metal, Dipple was surrounded by a<em>Mage Armor</em>spell that, for a brief moment, resembled extremely elaborate tourney plate before fading into transparency. Then she stuck her tongue out at Ophelia. Wriggled it a little, then unbound the leather from her hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Seems safe enough, I guess you bunch took care of the problem,"</strong>she offers, looking up to the towering mill.