<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DOR3Vgw.jpg)</div>Name: Mother Yati (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2627938) ; Level: 1<br/>AC: 12 | hp: 11/11 (5) | Speed: 35ft<br/>Passive Perception: 11 | Passive Investigation: 10 | Passive Insight: 11<br/>Spells: 1lv. 0/1<br/>Actions: Initiative: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=159277)<br/>Status Effects: AoA- 5 temp hp, 5 cold damage to any melee attacker<br/>Tagging:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Scavenger List</div><div class="spoiler_body"><del> - a healing potion, found or purchased</del><br/> - a specific kind of seashell<br/> - a good quality longbow<br/> - a floor tile from the old ruins<br/> - a lute<br/> - a wealthy hat, not suited for wearing (unless it's a familiar)</div></div><hr/><br/>Yati brow furrows deeper as the voice continues in her mind. She wasn't just hearing things, right? That was definitely her voice. However before she could respond the presence in her mind seemed to vanish, like a thread being snipped. Again the nun gave a shake of her head,  a bit weirded out by the sensation. She watched as Chubizz went about her flirtations without a glance back at her, making it all the more confusing. When they fell in line Yati would take a moment to tug at the other goblin's hand, leaning in the whisper,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"hey, was that voice I heard really yo-"</span><br/><br/>"Waah!" she shouted, cut off midsentence as a pair of massive spiders drop down onto Kaysha, "Wha-wha-what the devils!?" she exclaimed, flinching back in fear of the creepy crawlies, far too startled to act right away.