Without further words, Embry nodded.  She sidestepped through the doorway, back to the wall as she quietly stepped towards the dog-man and his supposed allies.  Hopefully when the others joined, she could nod, spin the corner, and unleash an unexpected face-melting.<br/><br/>[Stealth 18+3 = 21<br/>Initiative if needed 8+3 = 11<br/>Once everyone is ready,<em>burning hands</em>3d4+3 = 12, DC 13 Ref for half]