<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/>Lady Sumara had managed to recover her items after the crossing, though it had been difficult.  Frankly, she had been worried the weight she carried would've caused the ice beneath her feet to break and she would take the same dip her adventurous companion had taken though in the end, she had managed to avoid it.  Once across and once everyone was ready, Sumara took point at the front of the group, trudging through the cold and the snow as her long, white ponytail whipped in the wind, her skirt fluttering about her legs as she slowly pressed on.  The dark elf had withdrawn her shield from her back and used it to cover most of her face, though leaving just enough room to peer over it to see where she was going.  Though she couldn't see directly in front of her below eye level.<br/><br/>"Are we going the right way?" she yelled back at the group, unable to see very well where she was going.  Despite her sensitive long ears, Sumara's hearing was heavily dulled by the fleeting blizzard.<br/><br/>At 2017-12-30 11:11:35, Sumara (uid: 63087) rolls: 1d20k4a4 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=112067)