<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/>"Trip?" Nigel asked, worried. "I didn't know there was going to be a trip. Where would we be going?" he looked around. "And I don't see any ra... tions..." It was then that he noticed the way the white woman had been looking at him. He instantly started and tried to back up, though the back of the booth stopped him from going far. "Wait, wait, wait!" he exclaimed, bringing up his satchel in front of him, as if it would protect him. "I'm not food. I'm not food! I'm Nigel, the apprentice of the great Faris Lesage from Hammerfast. I might not be sure why I'm here, but I'm certain it's not to be eaten! Why... why would you even want that?"