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"Noodles" Wyrd Gnome Soulknife 5

AC: 16 (st leather) | HP: 38/38 | Init: +4 | Passive Perc: 17 
Spell Attack: +4 | Spell DC: 12
Psionic Power: 6d8 | Prescience Roll: (5) 1/1 | DM Insp: 1/1

As the group made their way deeper into the pass, Noodles did what he does best...he wandered and he watched and he kept his distance. He also tried hard to control his thoughts, until the faint buzzing faded and he realised the connection was gone.

The land around him wasn't familiar, but then again, nothing in these lands was stable or predictable so the unfamiliarity didn't worry him at all. It tasted wrong though! Now and again he would lick the air, his long tongue drooling out from between his sharp teeth...he could almost taste the magical disturbance.

As well as watching his surroundings, he also watched the newly formed group. Strange, strange peeps...verrrry odd not-gobs!! he thought as he watched them trudge along, or try to cast their spells. Catching sight of Sanaa again he snapped his teeth shut then chattered them together, grinning inanely He rather liked the big hyena even if her Mistress kept giving him the stink eye.

As they set up camp, Noodles found himself at somewhat of a loose end. The foraging and cooking was done, shelter was provided...so he sat and he stared, seemingly into space though in reality his odd coloured eyes were taking in all his surroundings...ever vigilant for danger.