<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/93/90/52/9390520cd8eaed203cf055253286a3cf.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Istavan</span></span></strong><br/>Zen Archer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1851636)<strong>HP:</strong>8<strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +2 Ref +5 Will +6<br/><strong>Status:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rhea, Flint, Pursilla<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Shakes his head at the incompetence of the guards but kept his emotions in check. It was orders given to them and they were in their right to follow them, at least, he hoped that they were their orders. Waiting for the Baroness to clarify may be too late. Scanning ahead, he looks for signs of the kobolds, they could be further up ahead, but one could never tell. Glad that Flint had taken the lead in speaking to the guards, he hoped for a favorable outcome. He was never good with it.