<div class="floatright">(https://scontent-dfw5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/fr/cp0/e15/q65/35089327_5247588728636540_6124479186338840576_o.jpg?_nc_cat=0&amp;efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&amp;oh=927395e6e4b813113774c3a8bdcad73e&amp;oe=5BB699F4)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Rag “Ragsy” Stoutbrew  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291794.msg14326949#msg14326949)<strong></strong></strong></span></span></div><br/>The archer instantly found herself less interested in the matter upon discovering the “child” was some malnourished hayseed. Ragsy had the put out demeanor of a parent being forced to double check under the bed for a child, but she kept her bow drawn just in case. As they followed the old man out back, she narrowed her eyes at him as he ranted about halflings.<br/><br/>She’d never had poor dealings with them before, as they were generally a friendly sort of folk. But then they had promised to help the old codger out, so she dashed into the wheat, keeping low and slow as she approached the figure. At her best, while hunting, she was like a shadow in a dark room. She just didn’t have her heart in this though, stalking a wee person.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stealth 14</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Ragsy rolled: 1d20, adding 7 to the total<br/>Comment: Stealth<br/>Result: 7, <br/>Total: 14</div></div><br/>As she crept through the wheat, bow at the ready, Ragsy tried to get a better look at what they were getting themselves into. Maybe it was the prejudice of some farmer but it WAS odd for a halfling to show up and haunt a wheat field in this area.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception 21</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Ragsy rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment: Perception<br/>Result: 16, <br/>Total: 21</div></div>