<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/cf/df/39cfdf37f5311156efc29c339e815e8e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Perth Amberfield (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1483605)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/9<strong>AC:</strong>20 (T 14, FF 17)<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+2<strong>Will:</strong>+2<strong>Ref:</strong>+6<br/><strong>Limited Resources:</strong>Bardic Performance: 7/7 | 1<sup>st</sup>level Spells: 2/2<br/><strong>Am I okay losing to this foe:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Well, in all fairness, what she has is a blessing, and <em>shouldn't</em> be hidden from the world,"</strong>he says in defense of Muineth when Ramona spoke to them. He shaded his eyes and lifted on his toes to see over the rail, squinting towards land.<strong>"We're here now, we'll make it work; otherwise it's a long hike to Elesomare. Bit o' swimming, too. Or wading, for some of us." </strong><br/><br/>He drummed his small fingers on the wood of the railing, then turned and gave Ramona a quick bow.<strong>"Would be my pleasure to take this mission ma'am; I was just talking about how nice it'd be to get off the boat, anyway."</strong>He glanced over his shoulder, back towards land.<strong> "If something's wrong, they're going to find out anyway; and if everything's all right, no harm done."</strong>He turned his eyes back to Ramona, nodding.<strong>"Might be best to just tell them the truth of it if they start asking. Won't do to get this venture started off with, ah... Obfuscations, aye?"</strong>he gave the woman a bright smile, then started towards the belowdecks.<strong>"I just have to get my kit, and i'll be ready to off!"</strong><br/><br/>And indeed, that's what he would do, coming back onto deck clad in a well-oiled chain hauberk, a longsword specially-made for his height, and of course a shield bearing the crest of the Andoran navy - a loaner from the ship's own armory. True to form, he's also got his mandolin sling over his back.<strong>"Wish us luck, ma'am"</strong>he gave Ramona a single pat on the rump and a playful grin before heading to the prepared boat. He cast a half-mock wounded look towards Tinala.<strong>"Oi! I always say, no sense in sharp swords when a soft tongue gets sweeter solutions!"</strong>He crinkled his nose, and muttered as he clambered into the boat.<strong>"Never seen me in a fight anyway, you don't know..."</strong>