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Wren the Dragon? :P
Jillian sits on the dirt for a moment to catch her breath after the run, fight and struggling against the plants. Eventually she calls out to Emil ”Maybe in the future you use that magic to block their escape or hit the ones in the back? Especially, if there aren’t overwhelming numbers. We only have a couple viable ranged combatants and I think if we sat back trading blows that could have gone much worse... She winces in pain as she makes her way back to her feet, pulling out her water skin to take a drink.
She looks to the others and notes ”Maybe we should check for tracks see where they came from. Make sure there aren’t more?” Assuming someone agrees she will try and help.
Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21