<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/>Flickerbug clambered down from the horse, using the stirrup as a step, then the wolf's back, then finally on the ground. With the bottle of booze still safely under her arm, she - and though there wasn't much to her chest, the broad hips did make it kind of evident this was probably a 'she" - looked up at Rory. All the way up. he could see that the skin around her eyes had been painted darker than the rest of her face. She was inscrutable for a moment, before she turned to her wolf, bumping her head against his, rowling softly, then snorting an affirmation. "Bandits... Thieves, killers, yes? Annoying things, set too many snares, make too much noise." She was struggling with the language, but it was coming around, it seemed - She had the sound of someone who's not used Taldane often, but has heard it lots. "And you explore the forest? Other places? Why?" She looked back over her shoulder towards the green line that marked where Restov ended and the stolen Lands began, just a short distance away.<br/><br/>"I am..." and she gives Rory a name that he's almost certain his (inferior) mammalian mouth can't adequately reproduce, though "Tryxlix" comes close. "It means Flickerbug, so you may call me that, if you cannot speak it." She leaned around to peer past the armored human's legs, hearing other voices. The thinner scales behind her jaw flexed slightly, almost like an animal's ear perking. "No insult; you don't look like an explorer. I can help, if you want." Her cheeks - and indeed this reptilian girl has cheeks - bunch up slightly in a smile (She also has lips, it seems, and is trying to use them to hide her sharp teeth, with only partial success.) "This is Nuhr," she introduces the wolf with a laugh, giving the animal two-handed head-scratches. "He is helping as well."