<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/tF6BDmd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rarki (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2592247)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>'Silver Fork' in Detmer,  Druma<br/><br/><strong>Hit Points/Current:</strong>14/14<strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spell SLots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(Lvl 1) 3/3</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Rarki's head swiveled as discussion flowed around the table, her ears twitching and her small form perking up as both the fancy clad male and the elvish lass with glasses professed to be casters of some sort. "What luck. We'll have to draw up stumps and chew grubs later as the Shaman always said the Tall Ones wove different weaves and it will be interesting to see."<br/><br/>Her head tilts as she glances back towards the others around the table, fanged grin widening. "I was the Shaman's apprentice so I know of the woods. I hunted herbs not prey so I'm not much for tracking." Here she nods towards the bragging fox. "We'll have to rely on the pale one for that it sounds. Oh oh. If you're hurt I can patch you up! A bit of spit, mud, and root and I'll have you bounding about in no time." Her grin has managed to widen even further and her ears twitch in time to her bouncing on her seat.