<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qvQdg7X.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Falgrim Runeforged (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2538176)</strong></span><br/>Dwarven Artificer(Armorer) lvl 3<br/><strong>Hp:</strong>26/26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive perception:</strong>13<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>1st:</strong> 0/3 used</div></div><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Daft woman, Ken ye not see tha lad be shook?" He said to Natasha, not that it would do much good. She struck him as one that was used to getting her way, or at least to not getting much argument. Still...he had no better argument or plan than to approach the dancing figure about the fire. So moving around Dafina he stepped up to Drip and took the Satyrs chin in his hand to lock his eyes to his. "We will protect ya lad, ya have me word. But we have ta move, It's not just us in this problem."<br/><br/>Letting go he made a gesture with his now free hand to those they took from that town. "Give them faith lad, stay strong." With that, the Dwarven Artificer turned to follow in step behind Natasha, wanting to be oone of the first present should things go wrong.