HP: 27/27 | AC: 25 - FF: 22 - Touch: 13 | Fort: 7 Ref: 6 Will: 7
Spell Slots | Mental Focus | Active Effects
Muttering choice expletives as the esoboks formed a wall in front of them, and he realized that he'd been more than a bit presumptive in keying his weapon against the human opponent, Dros prepared to engage in the tiring dance of a polearm wielder whose enemies had gotten too close. At least, that was the plan, before the room was suddenly filled with mist, and he turned slightly to glare at the goblin. Or at least, where she had been. The cursed mist was already making his life more difficult, and he stepped away from the esobok that Ramad had attacked, striking at the area he'd last seen it.