<div class="floatright">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/9/O/C/79OCR/tumblr_ozebriGgTt1wxc6ixo1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Pursilla Red Owl</span><br/><sup>Rogue Sniper</sup>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1851486)<br/><sup><strong>HP</strong> 8/8 <strong>AC</strong> 17 <strong>Touch</strong> 15 <strong>FF</strong> 12<br/><strong>Saves:  Fort</strong> 0 <strong>Ref</strong> +7 <strong>Will</strong> +1<br/><strong>Init:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong> Talia, Kaisen, Rhea, Flint, Eligia, Istavan<br/><strong>Status/Active effects:</strong></sup><br/><br/><hr/>Indeed a landslide sounds about right to have been the cause.  Pursilla grabs up her longbow,  slips it on her back and picks up the rest of her gear, her backpack.  Then turns and she strides out of the tavern.<br/><br/>"I'll be outside, seeing if any need help."  She toss out to the rest,  right before heading out the door.  Not stopping to hear a response or to see if any others are coming.<br/><br/>The monk's words irritating her.  The shallow callous to them in regards to the possible scope of tragedy that may have struck the town.