<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wCQxiMb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Jean Lacey</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951745)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10 |<strong>AC:</strong>16 |<strong>Saves:</strong><em>Fort:</em>2 /<em>Ref:</em>7 /<em>Will:</em>1<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>4 |<strong>Active effects / conditions:</strong><br/><hr/><strong>"Whatever gave you the idea?"</strong>Jean replied drolly as she beheld the somewhat battered elf in a bizarre armor piece resembling an overly wide, padded apron.<br/><br/><strong>"In any case, name's Jean, my friend here is Rory and we're mercenaries. Just in case you had any doubt,"</strong>she sounded slightly amused at the last part, as if from a private joke. Shortly, movement by their new mounts distracted her.<strong>"More on that in a moment, but first, Roryyy! Who's that with you and why the hell are they digging through our loot?"</strong>