- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 8
- Constitution
- 16
- Dexterity
- 14
- Intelligence
- 10
- Strength
- 16
- Wisdom
- 12
- "You really think I serve him for the money?" Kressle smirks bitterly. "Enough talk. Die!"
- "Y'know, life hasn't been so good to me," Kressle replies, sullen. "Why should I trust you?"
- Kressle frowns, then looks away. "Mercy, huh? Haven't heard that in the Stolen Lands for a long time."
- "Let's cover him, everyone! To arms!"
- "That so? If anyone's gonna be pushing up daisies, it won't be me!" Kressle sets her stance and attacks.
- The dark-haired bandit is kicking the ground irritably. When she sees you, she squares her shoulders and clenc
- "All right, here's my piece. The Stag Lord's been spending more time keeping an eye on the bottom of his glass
- "Bah! Fine. Let's see where your 'judgment' takes you."
- "Fine. Whatever, clam. Either way, you won't make it long in the Stolen Lands without getting blood on your ha
- Something in your words seems to have impressed Kressle. She frowns for a moment, then spits. "Fine. I won't c
- Kressle's handaxe swishes through the air. "Enough talk! You won't make it to the Stag Lord, Restov bootlicker
- "You really think I serve him for the money?" Kressle smirks bitterly. "Enough talk. Die!"
- "Is the Stag Lord just going to hide in the fog forever?!" Kressle hisses angrily. "If we don't show them our
