<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/8d/03/678d03bf7c12b399b4b90039210b348e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mouser</span></span><br/>Human Rogue/Bard, 11 HP, AC 19, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615304).<br/><em>Known for biting off more than he can chew.</em><br/><hr/><br/>The riding dogs detected their presence, Mouser thought.  He looked around, and could not help but feel incredibly exposed on the ledge.<br/><br/><strong>Free Action:</strong>With a pained expression, Mouser quietly said:   "We're probably going to have company soon."<br/><br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>Mouser then wrapped one end of the rope around his forearm and tossed the other end down to Damira.<br/><br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>Mouser reached around Vendi and cast<em>Grease</em>in a 10-foot square right at the hole's entrance.  He did so by extending his hand out and moving his fingers as if he were running them across a set of piano keys.  As he did so, he sang a slippery and jaunty fugue.<br/><br/><strong>Free Action:</strong>"Hopefully that'll hold them off," he said.