<div class="floatright">Name: Jalna (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1300737)<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/91/c2/3e/91c23e362ea5bb9db1dc956670386f22.png)<br/><strong>HD</strong>: 2d8; <strong>hp</strong>: 13 ; <strong>AC</strong>: 14; <strong>Proficiency</strong>: <br/>Acrobatics +5, Sleight of hand +5, Stealth +5, <br/>Perception +4, Deception +4, Persuasion +4; <br/><strong>Saving Throw</strong>: S+1 D+5 C+0 I+1 W+2 <br/>Ch+2 ;<strong> Dmg</strong>: <strong>Shortsword (P/melee)<br/></strong> +5 1d6+3 <strong>Dart (P/20/60)</strong> +5 1d4+3<br/><strong> Dagger (P/20/60)</strong> +5 1d4+3 <br/><strong>Longsword</strong>+3 1d8+1</div><br/>The tiefling's odd performance startled Jalna a bit, especially when the weird musical instrument he was playing emitted an loud, eerie, shrieking noise.<em> Is that a battleaxe? </em>Now just noticing its distinct appearance to the said weapon.  After that display, it seems the rest of the folk have taken in her words and started getting ready to leave, she might as well too.  She checked her throwing knives, strapped in places, as well as her swords.  After checking the dagger hidden in one her boots, her hands ran to the back of her head, towards the base of her ponytail, feeling for the small sheath of her dagger which could be mistaken for a hair ornament.  After drawing slightly and slipping back the blade, knowing it is there and she could rely on it in emergencies, she decided to flow those already going out of the tent.  A bit awkward that most of them haven't introduce themselves, maybe later on the trip?<br/><br/><em>Oh hell! I could start that with the male and the little folks right now.</em>"Hi, I'm Jalna.  Hope we get along, since we'll be working together in the rescue of Lady Lily."  To the pink-haired, hammer wielding gnome: "We greatly appreciate it Wren.  Your healing will be most valuable if we're ever to succeed in this mission." Jalna smiled.