<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hiNmzo8.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bailey Whitefield<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Stormknight<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>31/31<br/><hr/>"I doubt they're using infernal magic. At least, not in the same way. These aren't all pieces from the same person. Like they got picked apart and stitched together without and regard for what came from who. Maybe to remove any connections between soul and body..." Bailey muttered before standing up and looking at the gobber that spoke.<br/><br/>"My name is Bailey Whitefield. I am a Stormknight of Cygnar, though only when called upon. I was, however, sent here by the kingdom in this case." She paused and looked at her erstwhile allies. "We need to find any sort of clue that could lead us to where the cult is hiding. Can any of you track magical trails?"<br/><br/>Looking out into the snow would give no clues, as if the enemies had simply appeared in the town.