and then crashed to the ground.
"I fear I've gained a newfound respect for wolves," he muttered, eyes wide.
"I fear I've gained a newfound respect for wolves," he muttered, eyes wide.
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Wren begins to chant, not a prayer this time, but a Bardic Performance - an epic poem devoted to the sun and its Keeper of old.
[Inspire Courage: +1 to attack and damage rolls,
+1 on saves vs Fear effects]
The earth-shaking howl seems to echo within the soul. With the Sun's blessing,
"Mattias, get [up!] You're easier prey down there!"
She shoots Illario a fleeting, grateful look,
After all - she'd suggested this job.
"Come on, dogs!" She drives the blade deep, harshly wrenching it free of the yelping wolf. "I'm right here. Come!"