<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nFr9PcZ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Nathaniel Graves (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2490784)</span></strong></span><br/>Variant Human (M) Fighter 1 (5'8")<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Hp:</strong>11/11<strong>Passive perception:</strong>11<br/><strong>Current effects:</strong>none<br/><hr/><br/>"Rain, you worry to much. Trust that we can handle this." he said to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze."and if naught else, think of the epic you can spin as we journey to find a way home, a song to be sung for the ages." he gave her a self assured smile.<br/><br/>Turning then to the portal the young man unsheathed hus sword and stepped through. Before he fully vanished beyond the gate, he would leave one last encouragement for the worried bard, as that spectral hand at his back and call would leave a firm pat on her backside.<br/>