<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 / conditons:</strong>|<br/><hr/><br/>Karyna listened to her companions plan through the evening, but as the sun set, she seemed more engrossed in listening to her thrush sing. The little bird was quite a noisy little thing, and she seemed enraptured as it gave its all while sitting on her knuckles. "Don't worry about them escaping," she told Rory halfway through her meditation. "The spirits under the soil here will help." When she met his eyes, he could see green flecks moving through the whites of her eyes, like small leaves swaying in a breeze.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Preparing the following: <br/><strong>Orisons:</strong> Dancing Lights, Guidance, Stabilize<br/><strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> Entangle, Sleep, True Strike*</div></div><br/><br/>Once she had finished, the bird pecked at something in her hair and flitted off. She yawned and stretched her arms. "I think it's time to take the hosts up on their offer of beds, though." She rose form her seat and began removing armor and outer garments on her way to look for a bed, not really seeming to care who all saw. They're just tits (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/36/bc/42/36bc42c387ed9f1feea07f6cdc61376f.jpg), after all.