<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/942301037409239070/942929453447807076/time_to_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rosaleen Dryden<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Ranger/Cleric<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>24/24<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Bonus Action Hunter's Mark<br/><hr/>Rosaleen took a cue from the warrior that bypassed the bandits and went straight for the spellcaster, her eyes gleaming as she chanted a short hymn to Morrow to aid her in striking down her foe, a white symbol of the god's favor appearing on the cloak of the spellcaster right over its heart.  She took aim for that beacon and fired, her bullet ripping through cloth and... what?  The moment her shot took the man, if it had even been a man at all, its body crumbled in on itself, leaving behind empty clothes and a fading hint of black smoke.  Even as this occurred, the remaining bandits dropped to the ground like marionettes with their strings cut.  The inquisitor scanned left, then right, growing more puzzled by this by the second.<br/><br/>"What in Morrow's name is going on here?"  She wondered aloud, cycling her rifle out of reflex alone as she lowered the weapon at last.  "Was that a man or some kind of demon?"  She lifted her holy symbol from within her own cloak and rubbed her thumb over it as her nerves were ratcheted up rather than settled by this turn of events.  "Is everyone alright?  Any injuries?"  She decided to focus instead on something she<em>could</em>understand, looking to the others to see how they were doing at the moment.