Modri
Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian
AC: 16 (+1Dex + 3Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 18/18 (1d12+3+2+1) | Speed: 25 ft.
Senses: passive Perception 11, Insight 11, Investigation 10
Str: 16 (+3) | Dex: 13 (+1) | Con:16 (+3) | Int: 10 (+0) | Wis: 12 (+1) | Cha: 8 (-1)
Languages: You can speak, read, and write Common, Dwarvish, Elvish
Modri's smile diminishes as Meryelle is off. Ack! She'll reach those creatures before me!
"Don't get too excited there!" Modri calls off after the Bard as he takes off running after her. In truth, he likes the excitement, he's just hoping to make it in time as well.
He turns around. "C'mon brother! A fight's at hand! Ahahahaha!" He gives a quick wave to the other Dwarf behind. Turning around he keeps his eyes peeled, unsure if the other scaled humanoids are fleeing or merely getting into a better position to strike. Either way, the Dwarf readies himself...