<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/>"If we don't know much of anything, I don't think we should be mucking around opening all the books and checking them. What's to say poking fingers won't send that person to whatever magic hole the other wizard went off to?" Lorien said, trying to edge her way along the walls of the study, ever closer to the door. To her, arcane magic was volatile, unpredictable, just waiting to snap at the hand of anyone passing by. "Fetch one of these... Avowed. Let 'em know Matreous has gone missing."