<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/48/39/50/483950abd871fa27c14a3fc586d8c973.jpg)</div><strong>Ala Summerbloom (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1988967)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>15/15 |<strong>AC:</strong>17 |<strong>Status:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0<sup>th</sup>:</strong> Forbidding Ward, Light, Divine Lance, Guidance, Message<br/><strong>Divine Font:</strong> Heal (x3)<br/><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> Bless, Sleep</div></div><hr/>Ala gasped sharply; she had no idea who these women were (Society check: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139360)), but she recognized cruelty when she saw it. She moved to help Freya up from the tavern floor, leaving the sticks Lexara had made on the table to do so.<strong>"Are you alright?"</strong>she asked Freya in the halfling tongue, brushing some straw off of her. Ala looked up as another of their group stood up to begin talking... and talking, and talking. She had a sense that this might not go the way the pretty green woman wanted. But she didn't interrupt.