<div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/9f/98/9f980bd6f7f8f6ad44a681dc7a6def29.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sekko<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17 |<strong>HP:</strong>13 / 13 |<strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+4 |<strong>Stealth:</strong>+6 |<strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>lvl 1  2/3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Chattering<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Mage Armor<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Being in an above ground convoy was a new experience for Sekko and her curiosity about almost everything was fairly obvious but at least she managed to stay with the group instead of wandering off. Being a day in and coming upon slain horses has her tensing, head tilting and tail lashing behind her. "Two hoof beasts. Sekko not like."<br/><br/>At Alice's words she turns to the blonde, muzzle scrunched up in a frown. "Gundren had other yes? Trap for loot place?" She rolls her shoulders before straightening up, a foul green vapor briefly drifting from between her teeth. "Need check." With another glance at the dead horses she pauses, fangs worrying her lip. "How tell Gundren?"