<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/p3nclh2pbdi11.png)</div>Name: Mavis Carrie Dorns (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1965485)<br/>HP: 8/8<br/>AC: 14 (FF: 10)<br/>Saves: Fort+2, Ref+3, Will+2<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bluff At 2019-08-10 07:18:04, Yugishogun (uid: 42100) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138515)</div></div>Tagging: The Party (Ellie, Lee, and Ayreth in particular), Kobolds, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Mavis seemed to actually encounter some success for once today as the most well-armed of the kobolds plopped down into a slumber from her sleep spell. Unfortunately, that mote of hope crumbled as she was soon beset verbally by the formally-groping monk and the haughty tiefling for attacking them as if she had resorted to Magic Missile straight of the bat. Either way, it was quite clear that her reason of "you all annoyed me to a freak-out" might not fly when she was arguing with the party. Hence, her eyes quickly scanned for a point to make as Ellie and Ayreth drew their attention. "B-Because wh-while you were gr-groping yourself, there was a c-clear risk that the red kobold with the flasks m-might toss one with th-the splash-back catching a g-good amount of u-us." She sputtered out, accidentally letting a bit of her original motivation slip out in her quite logical lie.