<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z3bjcot.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Eligia Crowe</span><br/><strong>Class: Cleric of Urgutehoa (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Eligia_Crowe.pdf)</strong><br/>AC: 14<br/>HP: 10<br/><hr/>Shaking her head in vague disapproval, Eligia stands near the relief. "There is no guarantee we'll even be able to open it, much less face what lies within. My... Gifts won't help much, I fear.  They feed on death.  And good luck reasoning with them, for servants of the rough beast would be utterly mad-- their victims perhaps moreso."<br/><br/>After a haughty sniff, she straightens her back, thrusting her chest up and smiles at the others.  "That said, I'll open it if I can.  It's probably cursed, trapped, or haunted.  Could be interesting." She grins.  "Just let me know when."