<div class="floatright">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Flint.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flint</span><br/><strong>AC</strong>: 17<strong> Touch</strong>: 12<strong>Flatfooted</strong>: 15<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Saves</strong>:<strong>Fort</strong>+4<strong>Ref</strong>+2<strong>Will</strong>+5<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/>Perception = 24<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Flint gave the Baroness a bow worthy of her station and started the long walk to what remained of the tower.  As he walked, Flint adjusted the grip on his shield.  "Kobolds, hmm.  Anyone know anything about Kobolds that could help out here?"<br/><br/>Flint cautiously approached the edge of the fallen tower.  The large pile of stone and wood looked a mess, which was to be expected.  "This is quite the mess." he said softly, surveying the rubble.  "If this eccentric wizard was in the upper floors when the tower came down, he may not have survived.  We'll probably have to venture inside."<br/><br/>His free hand closing tightly around the holy symbol tied around the hilt of his scimitar, Flint offered up a soft prayer to Sarenrae that they be able to find survivors as he listened for any sounds coming from the rubble.