<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hiNmzo8.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bailey Whitefield<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Stormknight<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>31/31<br/><hr/>Bailey growled a little when he saw the result of Rosaleen's shot, powering down her glaive ad sheathing it before looking at the group. Everyone had fought well, and she smiled underneath her helmet. The smile lasted for but a moment, though, as she knelt and inspected the bandit corpse in front of her. She'd pull off the cloth mask and gasped at what she saw. "Morrow! What is this cult doing!?"<br/><br/>Anyone who came to look would see that the face of the bandit seemed to be reconstructed from multiple pieces of human flesh. Those misshapen scars and mismatched body parts continued all the way down the body. Bailey stood up and removed her helmet, looking over to Rosaleen.<br/><br/>"I'm fine. But whatever he was, whatever is going on... we have to do something. This cannot be allowed to stand."