Yahs Anirys Plasmoid Monk (Way of Mercy) 4 CG
AC: 16 | HP: 32/32 | HD: 3/3 | PP: 13 | Inspiration: No | Speed: 40 ft | GP: 60
Str 11 (0) Dex 18 (4) Con 12 (1) Wis 16 (3) Int 11 (0) Cha 9 (-1)
Attacks: Spear (P)1d20+6;1d6+4 | Unarmed(B) 1d20+6;1d4+4 | Sling(B)1d20+6;1d4+4 | Quarterstaff-Mop(B) 1d20+6;1d6+4
Magic: Sacred Flame (DEX vs DC13; 1d8) | Shield of Faith(Bonus; +2AC) | Ki Pool: 4/4
Yhas looks with genuine puzzlement and curiosity at the newcomer. As far as she knew, Miken along with the others had all been transferred to the Flighty Foundling along with all of the other evidence when Tarto took command. I suppose the wayward cadet could have slipped away and hidden among the tunnels somewhere without them knowing. After all, she had been pretty distracted lately between the mission and then dealing with her half dozen new furry overlords...errr....charges.
Scratching at one of her cat ears she offers a wide-eyed gaze of kitten innocence toward the stranger.
"I've know idea where he is." Yahs echoes Lou. "I thought he'd been transferred days and days ago. Perhaps he slipped away from Fleet security before the Foundling left." She shrugs. "I can start a search." Her eyes suddenly brighten and her ears perk up. "It could be a great training opportunity for the kittens."
Persuasion