<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1d/ba/a0/1dbaa05622a048a9f005069dee8b0c90.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rilka (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1314187)<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><strong>AC</strong>18;<strong>HP</strong>9/9<strong>Spell slots</strong>2/4 1st level<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal, on a table. (So barely at a human height. :D  )<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>With a glance at the spellcasters at the next table Rilka crouches down and begins slowly working through her bag, frowning as the fabric tangles around her crossbow before she manages to tug it and a few bolts free. Crouching down upon the table she clutches it to her chest as she lets her gaze roam worriedly over the room. "This isn't good." Her voice rises up hopefully over the din of combat. "Why are you even attacking us?"<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Withdraw crossbow and bolts (If allowed) standard action due to curse.<br/></div></div>