<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5b/9f/b0/5b9fb0f415b6ae8aafe8a806a35f08ee.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2718284)<br/><strong>HP|MP:</strong>9|4<br/><strong>AC|Touch|Flat:</strong>14|13|11<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>15<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><br/>It was just as he was looking away that Bem's eye caught some movement going away deeper in the foliage.  Flustered, he quickly rose his fire staff and blasted a wild shot into the branches and leaves, scorching greenery but not connecting with anything.  "There was someone there, running off into the woods!" he followed up, his staff still pointing out where the figure had been moving.  The undergrowth was thick, it would be difficult to run through it.  Instead Bem nimbly scampered up a tree, his tiny nails not suitable to fighting, but quite able to pull him straight  up the bark and try to move through the canopy.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ranged touch attack natural 1<br/>Climb speed 20 feet</div></div>