<div class="floatright">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/5/O/Y/75OYe/b2348d9b76d847abf8689c317a8afa5e.jpg)</div>Asherah MacDuncan (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1832069)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Bigtree Beach (under debris)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rurik, Amilia<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 10/10<strong>AC</strong>: 12<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><hr/>Rurik hand dwarfs hers, he's a big boy.    Turning then after he releases her hand from the greeting handshake.   The rain sweeping in pelting her and the others.   Asherah squints towards the direction Rurik motions to about seeing the entrance to a cave.   She be dam if she can make it out as a cave.<br/><br/><strong>"Aye that be good."</strong><br/><br/>Rurik has leaned over and picked up longbow and pack.   Drawing out two scimitars.   Asherah turns to begin to move, tripping then as she stumbles over her own quarterstaff.   She lifts herself up off the ground and realizes its her stuff.   A bow also, a short bow, not like Rurik's made for someone with powerful muscles.    Good grief she never be able to draw back on that one.<br/><br/>With her own stuff gathered, her attention turns to the halfling.<br/><br/><strong>"Yaw alright deary."</strong>She asks her, then would as waiting for her to answer.   Begin to follow Rurik towards the cave entrance he had seen.<br/>