Male Halfling Rogue 1: HP 9/9; AC 16, T 14, FF 13; F +1; R +6; W +1*; CMD 9; Init +3; Per +6/7 traps; Spd 20
Jimbo sleeps in his armor when not in an inn, its just leather so no danger of fatigue and he is used to it. Jimbo will take his swing, though he is a lover not a fighter. Aoife came up next to Jimbo, not sure if she's in range also. Damage: 1d3 - 3 ⇒ (1) - 3 = -2 = 1 minimum hehe. "Oi! Ware the Beastie!" He shouts. He brandishes his dagger, preparing to assist whoever ends up in combat with the creatures.
Male Halfling Rogue 1: HP 9/9; AC 16, T 14, FF 13; F +1; R +6; W +1*; CMD 9; Init +3; Per +6/7 traps; Spd 20
"Well that don't sound right..." Jimbo says, rolling out of his bedroll and blinking away sleep. He mutters at the idiocy of letting the wizard take first watch, then stalks to the edge of the camp to try to find the source of the distress. Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
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