<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/HRv6Y7q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kotone "The Mockingbird"<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16 |<strong>HP:</strong>18 / 18 |<strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+5 |<strong>Stealth:</strong>+5 |<strong>Senses:</strong>Low Light Vision<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>2 / 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>traveling then waiting<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>(for combat use)<br/><hr/><hr/>Ketone had taken turns walking beside the wagon or riding in the back.  Either place she strummed on her lute.  At times she'd sing, others the air was simply filled with the sound of her instrument.  At the news of dead horses in the road, the music suddenly trailed off.  The air became quiet, except for the chatter of the small group.<br/><br/><strong>"A poor trap if it is one.  The ambushers have had two days to dispose if the horses.  Still, keep your eyes open."</strong>She scanned the tree line or movement.<br/><br/>She glanced at th little Kobold.<strong>"Best way is for a brave dragon to go check the saddle for his merchant' mark."</strong>