<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/584410753642004509/584418113119059968/wZ40NOv_2.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Xysera Faen'Tallar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 26/26<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3<br/><strong>Spell Slots: LVL 1</strong> – 4/4 <strong>LVL 2</strong> – 2/2<br/><strong>Sorcery Points:</strong> 3/3<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> 9 </div></div></div></div><br/>Rhyme no longer needed and a path forward decided, Xysera was satisfied thoroughly with the result. The less choices on her own shoulders, the better. Starting down the path straight ahead, the other two would eventually pick out the sound of clinking as well. A rhythmic cracking of metal against stone off in the dark distances.