<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/00/e1/4c00e1fdb524610ab33362d41a28e99b.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Tel Blackforge (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1490899)</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8 / 8<strong>AC:</strong>17 (T: 13, FF: 14)<strong>CMD:</strong>13<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<strong>Speed:</strong>30<strong>Perception Bonus:</strong>+2<hr/><br/><br/>Tel briefly checks then loads her musket, a nod bobbing her still covered head. "Hopefully what lurks there is willin' ta share or easily chased away." A small shrug rocks her shoulders. "Maybe it'll be worth eating and will help stretch our supplies." A brief giggle does slip from her as Barik moves to smell himself.<br/><br/>Moving up to the large man she briefly puts a hand on his arm as she leans up, voice lowered. "Pretty sure she means something beyond smell."<br/><br/>Setting her musket against her shoulder and checking she's got her pouch of ammo she begins heading towards the wreck. "Think we'll find anything of use? It looks pretty damn worn out."<br/>