<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>Sumara had a bit of puff to her cheeks when the little gnome came to help her up.  It was clear that the little session hadn't lasted long enough for her reawakening tastes and she planned to right that wrong at some point.  In the meantime she thanked Wren.  "You're right, I'm sorry!"  Still, her breasts felt a bit stiff after the fall as they had cushioned her body against the tightly pressed breastplate.  She'd have to get that worked out later, though, as she saw the pink haired gnome scampering over to the rogue.<em>Dammit... I missed a few...</em>she groaned to herself as her hands formed into a half grope, a slight jealously over Wren's little quickie so close to the rogue.<br/><br/>Still, they had to move on.  When they discovered the unassuming cave, it at first appeared fine enough to go into.  Peering into the darkness, her vision adjusted and she could see the enclosed path in shades of grey.  Although difficult, she could tell that the path twisted eventually and went out of sight.  If the gnolls came back now, it wouldn't be good news for the party.<br/><br/>Deciding that she was the best candidate for the job, the paladin stepped forward toward the entrance of the cave.  "I'll go in first.  I can see better in darkness anyway.  If the gnolls come back, it'll be better if we were hiding, and if we need to fight, they won't be able to use their numbers in there."  So taking up her shield and Morningstar, the dark elf went forward, disappearing into the darkness for those who couldn't see in, and rounding around the corner for those who could.