<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/>2 crickets</div></div><br/>Tagging:  Adelaide and Wisp<br/><br/>Finding all manner of insects and usable plant life, Cass couldn't help but be a little disappointed in her inability to find glowworms or any of her wychwood, to name a couple of things, but she's still happy with what she had been able to cut away with one of her daggers.  Putting everything away where it properly belonged is an easy task, as is capturing a couple of insects despite one cricket nearly slipping through her fingers as she scrambles about in the dirt like a child.  The analogy brings a smile to her face for some reason she can't readily explain without further thought, and the rustle in the nearby underbrush shatters her mental processes in any event.  She too, as casually as she can at least, stands back up with the assistance of her quarterstaff, and scans the area carefully for any sign of trouble.  Her senses, while largely untrained, prove the more capable as she sees something moving about, and while she doesn't raise her free hand, Cassandra still readies herself for a possible attack.  She'd been stabbed in the back once already, she had no intention of allowing it to happen again.  As such, the cold that coalesced behind her palm that she kept at her side as she mentally prepared a Ray of Frost, on the off chance their visitor was unfriendly, was quite reassuring to the inexperienced sorceress.<br/><br/>OOC:  I got ya covered, for once lol.  Ray of Frost cantrip ready and possibly waiting.)<br/>Perception roll: 1d20a2 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105590)