<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/54/01/df/5401dfdea06a6208456c949fe3ab5c70.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damien Fletcher</span></span></strong><br/>Enjoying the Journey<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1743009)<strong>HP:</strong>24<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>For the last couple of days, a swirl of air seems to swirl around him, the breeze making travelling in the environment at least bearable. Damien has always enjoyed the wilderness but given a choice, he always avoided the humidity and mosquitoes. At least his cantrips kept him and his friends clean, scent-free (if they want) and free from the blood suckers. Sitting at the campfire having helped with dinner, he has a cup of water in his hands. Feredir, his cat, according to his bond with the cat, is doing the rounds.<br/><br/>“Thanks everyone. I’m not one for tactics or strategy. My skills lay elsewhere”, grinning. “I think we should adopt a plan of approach before we hit Ravenmoor. I put myself forward to speak to the town’s authorities with regards to the taxes. Perhaps someone could do some extra investigations. I assume we are going to stick to the usual plans if things do not go our way? But hopefully we try to avoid physical altercations first?”