<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/79/Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg/617px-Orc_Female_%28Canin%29_by_tobsen85-d7wdrne.jpg)<br/><em>Canin (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxRVkxdW16eUxDNTg/view?usp=sharing)</em> and <em> Dog (http://[url=https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_-0kLmDOosxTzRDNDE3UXMwaXc/view?usp=sharing)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Half-Orc  <strong>Class:</strong>Cavalier (Dune Drifter)1| Bard 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 11/11 <strong>AC:</strong> 13 <strong>CMB </strong>+1; <strong>CMD </strong>14 <br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +5<br/><strong>Str </strong>10, <strong>Dex </strong>16, <strong>Con </strong>12, <strong>Int </strong>10, <strong>Wis </strong>12, <strong>Cha </strong>14<br/><strong>Grit:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Bardic Performance:</strong> 6/6<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +5 <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +5 <strong> Saves:</strong> +3/+5/+3 <br/><strong>Attack:</strong>: Pistol +4 (20/x4, 1d8 Bludgeoning/Piercing damage, 20 ft range)<br/>Sickle +4 (20/x2, 1d6 Slashing damage, 5 ft range, trip)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>  None</div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells Known</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0 (at will):</strong> Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Mending, Open/Close<br/><strong> 1st:</strong> Cure Light Wounds, Grease<br/></div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corruption/Transformations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Half-orc is half-orc.</div></div><hr/></div><br/>The half-orc caught her cloak with a grimace, glaring at the human woman as she ran off ahead.  Meanwhile, Canin followed, albeit slowly and with an odd look on her face.  What had started out as a fairly typical expression from Canin had gradually transformed into an almost sad expression as her childhood secret friend/bullying target seemed to lose patience, traveling wordlessly.  She hadn't replaced the cloak yet, but as her body shook in a manner that almost made her look like she was going to break out into tears, she did just that, gripping the cloak furiously and fastening it over herself again, muttering a single word in a bitter voice.<strong>"Fine."</strong>Dog whined, the noise echoing throughout the tunnels, and proceeded to run ahead of the half-orc, favoring the human for now.  Canin extended her arm for a moment, before letting it drop to her side, balling a fist up as she bit her lip, letting it happen instead.<br/><br/>After a short while, she spoke loud enough for either of her companions to hear her.<strong>"If you found a spellbook in there...Maybe there's more trinkets of use in this tunnel.  We shouldn't just leave, especially if there's something of value to our survival in here.  I can take point, so you can...you know...do what you do."</strong>She offered, secretly wanting to make up for her behavior, in her own strange little way.