<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/bd/dc/d8bddcf915691f1a6084e11275d75f18--mother-art-dota-.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cassandra Blackbriar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252610)</strong></span><br/>Place:  Traipsing through a forest in the middle of nowhere<br/>Time:  Late afternoon<br/>Wearing:  Now wearing this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/d2/d1/79d2d13df7fbfedaaf75bb8146122709.jpg) plus red lacy undergarments and medium height dark brown leather traveler's boots.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Equipment<br/><br/>Belt with pouches<br/>2 sets of fine clothing plus undergarments<br/>a makeshift backpack<br/>a bedroll<br/>a mess kit<br/>a tinderbox<br/>ten torches<br/>ten days of rations<br/>waterskin<br/>fifty feet of hempen rope<br/><br/>Weapons<br/><br/>Two daggers<br/>a light crossobow with (20) bolts<br/>a quarterstaff<br/><br/>Spell components<br/><br/>4 moss<br/>1 cricket</div></div><br/>Tagging:  Adelaide and Wisp, soon to be the rest of the group<br/><br/>Running to keep up with Adelaide, Cassandra could feel a slight burn in her legs from all the walking they'd done in the past few hours.  She hadn't walked this much before in her life, and with all the heavy luggage on her back, she was only just beginning to feel her body beginning to tire out, but she didn't complain.  She wouldn't appear weak, and she wasn't all that tired anyway as she pressed onward through the dense underbrush and the forest on every side.  It was beautiful country, to be sure, but she didn't like being out here without a reason.  Going to save Malcanthet's followers was a good enough reason to keep her mouth shut at least as she brought up the bard's rear until they reached the river.  While she was glad they had stopped by the river, she didn't let her guard down as she joined her friend in scanning the immediate area, her eyes focusing on where she guessed their target would be passing through.<br/><br/>(OOC: Perception roll: 1d20a2 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105649)  NATURAL 20!  I don't know if it matters, but I'm still quite happy lol.)