<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/775121752186421279/776453145865093230/flowing_hair_kuro23.png?width=520&amp;height=571)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ceri Thayheart (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333328)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform + leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nox Mill, Exterior.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ana, Morgana, Ophelia<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12 -<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Survival Check: 8<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ceri watched the strange display between Ophelia and the orc with a cringing face, and hiding it away once the party was moving on. "Hmph. You can appease the brutes, but on your own time" stating that if any from the party stayed along with them on their way back, they'd be down at least one party member for it.<br/><br/>Ceri examined the mill from afar, approaching the edge of the wooden fence. "So, there's to be kidnappers within?" Ceri asked aloud to the party. She tried to put her senses towards figuring out what nature of foe they may face, perhaps a rough count of how many there would be. Nothing but deer found. Or at least, deer-hooved creatures.