<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c6/6a/22/c66a226c21f1ef1cd8dd0cc695e29993.jpg)</div>Karyna Wysselgrove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1957691)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10 |<strong>AC:</strong>|<strong>Saves:</strong><em>Fort:</em>4,<em>Ref:</em>3,<em>Will:</em>6<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+6 |<strong>Active effects / condiitons:</strong>|<br/><hr/><br/>Karyna happily helped herself to a bowl of the stew, leaning her spear against the wall of the fort. She ate quickly, like someone accustomed to cramming food down and getting a move on, but left a bit of broth and meat in the bottom. From the sky dropped a wood thrush (https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/assets/photo/67458521-480px.jpg), to peck at and finish the little scraps of food left in the bowl.<br/><br/>"Don't overplan," she tells the others. "Jean's right, if this has been a regular thing, they'll probably swagger through that gate, half-drunk like they own the place." She looked to Svetlana then with a bright smile, the bird lighting on her shoulder. The halfling's eyes sparkle like pools of deep water catching sunlight. "Like I said, don't worry. We're here to break the Bandits through the Green belt, I don't think we'll have a problem with these few."<br/><br/>Hearing Oleg's grumbling, she crinkled her nose, and pulled down her hood. The bird flapped away to perch somewhere and began to sing, announcing its domain over the trading post to all other birds. Karyna sought out the large man, and when she found him, rummaged in her bag and produced a bottle. A halfling-sized bottle of wine, to be specific. "It's not much, I know, but it should help put up with our presence in your home." She offers the bottle towards the man, watching his reaction carefully.