<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RZbgxUJ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Lorien Thay (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2490620)</span></strong></span><br/>Human Female, Ranger.<br/><strong>AC:</strong>15(+2 w/ Shield)<strong>HP:</strong>12<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>16<strong>Spell Slots: not yet<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/></strong><hr/><br/>Lorien was more focused on her destination than the gawking of bookworms. After all, it was growing tiresome after the first few gaggles. So many scholars gathered in one single place, and not a care for the rest of the world? The insane Harpells of Longsaddle had been effective in the war, but their numbers were not enough. And yet, this one place held more wizards than the rest of the sword coast combined, all sheltered behind their walls. Thinking about it brought a scowl to her face as she passed the pair of wizards outside Matreous' study. The heavy cloak and armors made of fur and cloth seemed ill suited for a region this far south, and the pale face and red hair spoke of a northern disposition. A short sword sheathed at her left hip, a mighty bow slung across her back, and a shield hanging off her pack.<br/><br/>Lorien's relatively lithe frame followed behind Faybyn's towering stature, and already the cramped study felt positively choked. Lorien gave the air a sniff as she entered and Faybyn mused over where their contact was. "Perhaps to get fresh air. You would think wizards would invest in something to clean foul air for their studies... Or at least a damned window." Lorien found a spot to linger, her back towards a wall, arms crossed as she faced the door.