Vigdan 'The Dog' Luchen
Variant Human Smuggler Scout Rogue
AC: 16 (Studded Leather, +4 Dex) | HP: 43/43 (1d8+2+1+8+8+8+8) | Speed: 30 ft.
Senses: passive Perception 15, Insight 15, Investigation 12
Str: 8 (-1) | Dex: 18 (+4) | Con: 12 (+1) | Int: 14 (+2) | Wis: 14 (+2) | Cha: 10 (+0)
Languages: You can speak, read, and write Common, Solamnic and Thieves' Cant
“My words,” Vigdan said. | ‘My thoughts’ Vigdan thought. | My actions . . .
Vigdan's eyes widen in surprise and a bit of fear as the Dragonnel bursts through the stable's roof. He snaps back when Arlo lets loose an awful shriek. Looking at the kender in surprise, Arlo asks, "Can you shoot that thing down, Vigdan?"
Before he can answer, the Kender is gone, streaking around the corner. Vigdan moves back into the doorway of the storeroom trying to get some sort of cover from the flying attacker. He nocks another arrow, pulls back and releases. The arrow sinks deeply into the dragonnel's chest, just missing the barding.