Modri
Hill Dwarf Outlander Wild Magic Barbarian
AC: 16 (+1Dex + 3Con + 2Shield ) | HP: 47/44 (3d12+9+6+3) | Speed: 25'
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
Hit Die: 2/3d12 | Rages: 1/3 | Magic Awareness: 1/2
Modri chooses to follow Artanis. After all, the Dwarf knows he's the one who offered a surrender to the first place. He can't help but shake his head at the thought of another traitor, and not knowing whether he's opening up the gates, stabbing a new friend in the back, or whatever damage he can cause unchecked.
As they heard the raised voices leading up to Michelle's room, her temporary cell, Modri's face turns grim. It quickly shifts as the conversation unfolds and they run towards the raised voices.
Girl's crazier than I am by half! Ha!
Modri is quick to follow up behind Artanis. "How's it feel being king of the dumbarse simpletons!" If nothing else, Modri figures Jeyev fancies himself smart, practical... backstabbers usually do. And he insults the notion. He throws hismelf into the fray, a first swing landing, though without his usual fierceness behind it as if holding back just a little. "King. of. dumb. arse. simpletons!" He repeats himself to make sure his message is heard loud and clear, this time he plants he feet and swings his warhammer in a wide arc catching the mercenary.