<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/LroWtDI.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belni Cloudwillow (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2719799)<br/><strong>AC:</strong>13 |<strong>HP:</strong>8 / 8<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>11 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>2 / 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Actions</strong>(for combat use)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Belni pauses before pouting at Tucker, hair dancing with the shaking of her head. "Awww Tuck don't be like that! If they were small I'm sure he could have handled them himself!"<br/><br/>Anything else she might say dies off with a squawk as Sarkat ruffles her hair, hands flailing at the goblin lass's limb. "Sar!" It's with a pouting huff that she leans back from the hair mussing fingers, barely staying in her seat.<br/><br/>Sarkat's efforts do draw at least a small giggle from her and she slips to her feet, her quick stretch interupted by Horngan's cursing as he smacks his hand. Quickly moving towards the dwarf she helps steady him before gently cradling his hand and peering at the bandaged nubs. "You should probably take a seat. Let us go get these beasties. Belhaur's Fine Fish."<br/><br/>With a bob of her head she gives Horngan a wide smile before turning to the others. "Give me just a minute to grab my pack." With a quick wave she scampers off to her room. Mere minutes later she returns, mostly empty pack clutched in one hand and nice dress swapped for a simple shift. "Back! Didn't take too long did I?"<br/>