<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5d/4ba304e48510ca1b68267838f4d6a7b6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Eireth (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1879358)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>13 / 13 |<strong>AC:</strong>14 |<strong>Saves:</strong><em>Fort:</em>+4 /<em>Ref:</em>+1 /<em>Will:</em>-2<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>|<strong>Active effects / conditions:</strong>|<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Chill, dusty wind whipped a lock of Eireth's fey scarlet hair in front of her eyes.  The muscular maiden tucked it back behind her ear and frowned a little as she looked around.  “Are we sure this is the right place?” She inquired, looking over the hillside.<br/><br/>“I mean...  I'm sure we followed the directions, but I'd rather think we took a wrong turn than think we got here too late?”<br/><br/>She bit her lower lip as they trudged into town.  Then she smiled a little, “Or maybe a curse has befallen the land, stealing it's livelihood, and only valiant strangers can save them!”<br/>