<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c6/bf/2e/c6bf2e794d7199beb203dd47abe73baf.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells Prepared</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0<sup>th</sup>:</strong> Spark, Purify Food and Drink, Create Water<br/><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> Magic Fang, Cure Light Wounds, Entangle</div></div></div></div><strong>Trixlyk "Flickerbug"</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1988306)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8 |<strong>AC:</strong>19 |<strong>Saves:</strong><em>Fort</em>+2<em>Ref</em>+2<em>Will</em>+5<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+2 |<strong>Active effects / Conditions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Torchbug had been observing the outpost for some time. The humans there were hardly as wary as the ones who made their camps in the forest after all, and made for good watching. And so many more had arrived within just a day of each other, how interesting! Apparently they hadn't gotten along; Flickerbug knew the sound of combat plain enough. But this presented an opportunity of its own. The last four to arrive had brought some of their animals with them. While the carnage was going on in the fortress, Flickerbug crept from the underbrush, her small hands raised as she made soothing clicking noises towards the horses...<br/><br/>Eventually one of the victors would come out to collect the four horses the bandits had brought with them. That person would find an odd scene; The horses were perfectly calm, grazing or staring off into space or whatever horses do... Meanwhile one of the saddlebags had a distinctly reptilian set of hindquarters poking out of it, claws of one foot dug into the saddle's leather for security, the other stretched out along with a thick tail for balance. The... whatever it was was speaking in a rough, sibilant language, which seemed to have the attention of another nearby creature - a rangy-looking wolf, which is currently gnawing on a burlap bag of jerky.<br/><br/>When the reptile pulled itself out of the saddlebag pouch, it tossed another sack of meat at the wolf with one hand, a half-full glass bottle of some sort of liquor under its other arm. it was then that it noticed the person coming towards it. The rum was hefted by the neck like a club... and then the creature - now obviously a kobold - thought better of that and drew the bottle back. "Hhhhhell-ho?" it offered in stilted common. "These are your new horses now?" she reached over to pat the animal on the shoulder. It seemed to not mind. The wolf, on the other hand, was on alert, its hackles up, though it wasn't making any aggressive moves.