<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/584410753642004509/584418113119059968/wZ40NOv_2.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Xysera Faen'Tallar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 26/26<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3<br/><strong>Spell Slots: LVL 1</strong> – 3/4 <strong>LVL 2</strong> – 0/2<br/><strong>Sorcery Points:</strong> 0/3<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> 9 </div></div></div></div><br/>Healing was finally in order for the Knight-looking man, Xysera learning just now that the Aarakocra was in fact a Cleric, or something like that. Xysera questioned if the manner of healing needed to be so intimate, but it seemed to be quite effective. Such a lovely body that bird had... Xysera caught herself licking her lips, and was thankful that she was behind the other two so they hadn't seen that.<br/><br/>The ogre needed to die. Xysera called upon deeper reserves of power to flood in to her, so that she could cast her most powerful spell once more. Scorching Ray cast again, all three searing bolts striking the ogre dead, leaving the scent of burning air, and tough burning flesh lingering as it succumbed to it's burns and wounds. "Hah... It's finally dead. It was so fortunate to find welcome allies in such an inopportune moment. I am Xysera Faen'Tallar, glad to meet you two."<br/><br/>Elsewhere, the battle was dying down. The raiders were repulsed, dead, fleeing or soon to be executed by the warriors that remained. Heavy asualties on both sides.<br/><br/>"None of us are from around here... Adventurers all, perhaps? "