"Then Lets get the hell out of here, before our good fortune runs out." Folco huffs... That didn't go as well as he wanted it to... bastard got through his extract! He hops down from the wagon to the bench, next to Arael, watching over him.
Spoiler: OOCMove to the bench next to Areal. Ready an action to attack anything that swings at me or Arael.
Parry: (1d20+8)[22] Riposte: (1d20+8)[10] Damage: (1d6+5)[6]