<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/GlossHeadshot1.jpg)</div><strong>Gloss Featherstone</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314507.msg15212717#msg15212717)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anvil Group<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 20/20<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Mage Armor<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>: 3/4 | 2/2<br/><hr/><br/>Gloss listened amicably as the others discussed, knowing that most of those present had far more wisdom when it came to battle than himself.  Also, well, he was generally a very impetuous, impatient young man and he knew such traits weren't ideal when it came to combat.  Still, when the snooty feline got all imperious with the woman sent to aid them, he raised a finger and spoke up with a crooked smirk.  "For the record, I value your input, Miss the Red.  And welcome you to address my guardians before myself all you like, especially in matters of war.  I trust them to have far more experience in such matters than myself, which is why<em>they</em>are the guardian spirits and not me."<br/><br/>Chuckling, he watched the rogue slink off and then glanced to Tami and Xaz, arching a brow.  "What do the two of you suggest?  I'm itching to just rush in, but I needn't point out what that says about me.  Still, perhaps the crafty one will bring back some valuable intel.  Or, maybe we can construct a giant horse statue..."  His drawl took on an amused tone as he shot a glance to Jas, eyes twinkling with amusement.  He was looking forward to the fight, and quite confident in their ability to prevail.  But, then, a healthy amount of magical armor can do that to a man.<br/><br/>