<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/Df14BBpH/wingedelf.jpg)<br/></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Mizerial Goldeneyes (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2370418)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>12<strong>Investigation:</strong>12<strong>Insight:</strong>12<br/><strong>Armor Class:</strong>16<strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<strong>Speed:</strong>30 ft (walk/fly)<br/><strong>Hit Points:</strong>15/15<strong>Hit Dice:</strong>(3/3)d6<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fine clothes and flowing robe<br/><hr/><br/>In the gambling den, Mizerial kept watching, as she knew if she played, odds were against her. She had no professional skill in gambling, but wisdom not to participate on rigged games, but as the locals were gamblers, they hold information she needed so she went to work. Talking and drinking mild ciders, she started to do groundwork for her investigations. Place was ripe for first wave. Who was Who among the city and the games. Who were the names to bet for, and Who were the masters behind them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Trying to gather information about the games and who's who in the city, and WHAT the hell is the new continent.<br/>Investigation +4, Passive Investigation 14<br/>Persuation +6, Passive Persuation 16</div></div>