<div class="floatright">(https://www.worldanvil.com/uploads/images/392bc5935dccfd2d6edfed88ed6db91c.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Davvon Goldwhistle (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2775722)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Halfling Rogue Swashbuckler<br/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24<strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><strong>Ruffles HP:</strong>60/60<strong>Ruffles AC:</strong>14<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength:  9   Constitution: 14  Dexterity: 17<br/>Intelligence: 11 Wisdom:   13      Charisma: 16<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Davvon had never been a heavy sleeper. Today was only different in just how much sleep he had actually gotten. He had spent most of last night before bedding down checking everything-his gear, his mount's gear, his cleaning kit for his mount, his flute, even shined his boots a little extra. And this morning he woke before dawn to do it all over again. One might call him obsessive, but he didn't want anything, from his daggers to his bowstring to the reins on Ruffles to fail at an unexpected moment. He kind of needed it to survive, and to pass the final test. He had always worried about being tossed out of the order, with the final test staring him down, it was a very real chance that might just happen.<br/><br/>Eventually there was simply no more he could do to maintain his equipment, so he was left with several hours before the ceremony. He played his flute a little but was mostly left filing the time himself. It was terrible for the poor halfling, meaning he was alone with his doubts and his worries for a while. "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so." He said to himself, smirking at his own wit. "Hmm. Let's see...someone else in the team must be awake by now. The whole bloody fort is." Deciding it was a good time for a stroll, he set off to get one last good look at the fort that had been his home for two years, and perhaps run across a friend or two.