<div class="floatright">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Flint-Close.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flint</span><br/><strong>Class</strong>:  Warpriest of Sarenrae (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1855004)<br/><strong>AC</strong>: 17<sub><strong>Touch</strong>: 12  <strong>Flatfooted</strong>: 15</sub>|<strong>HP</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Saves</strong>:<sub><strong>Fort</strong> +4  <strong>Ref</strong> +2  <strong>Will</strong> +5</sub><br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Flint responded to Kaisers words with a raised eyebrow.  The monk had point that there were probably folks in the town that could deal with all of the bodies that they've been finding in this ruin, and it might make more sense for them to deal with it rather than their hastily formed fellowship.  Flints first reaction had been to do the work himself, because that was how he had been raised.  Necessary work got done, not put off onto others.  Those were different times and a different situation.<br/><br/>He was quiet as they made their way through the corridor, eyes sweeping back and forth in looking out for any dangers.  A ball of lightning was not something that he was expecting to find.<br/><br/>"A haunt and now this.  Anybody know what this could be?"  Flint looked over at Kaisen.  "And please don't say a ball of lightning."