<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5b/9f/b0/5b9fb0f415b6ae8aafe8a806a35f08ee.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2718284)<br/><strong>HP|MP:</strong>9|4<br/><strong>AC|Touch|Flat:</strong>14|13|11<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>15<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>19<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Geara<br/><br/>Failing to get the staff calibrated or firing correctly, instead blowing buttons, it at least pinged off the sahagin.  Peeking out behind the wall as his comrades joined the attack, Bem attempted to reactivate the power staff when he felt Geara squeeze by.  He felt the unmistakable softness of a bust slide over his spine, pushing his own partially-bared chest into the stone.  ”Squeeze whatever you need, just keep it up!” he cheered her attack.<br/><br/>His power staff finally ignited with a fiery glow, and he spun around the corner to fire between Geara and Berach.  ”One more time, flaming death?” he announced, more hopeful than threatening.  At least this time the staff shot a flame, though it was slow and bright enough to easily dodge in the dark.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">5-foot step West to avoid soft cover.<br/>Ranged touch 4+3=7</div></div>