Melhved - Goliath Warden

She enjoys feeling the distance move by beneath her stride, the music of the breeze, and the soft give of the layer of natural earth reclaiming what civilized cobblestone once covered. "A interesting group," she thinks, eyeing those she is traveling with. Dwarves, dragonborn, and humans are common enough to her experience. The dwarf was pleasant if a bit slow. The human, a bit dainty but skilled with the bow. The dragonborn was still an unknown quantity, but a gnoll? He carried himself well, held his blade with confidence, and had made no trouble as of yet, but she still remembered the tales of her youth: demon dogs who would prey those who didn't keep up with their training or chores. Mother's spirits decried respect for all nature's creature for they each have a role to play, even Yeenoghu spawn. "I will keep an open eye on this fellow and listen to his song."

"Speaking of open eyes..." She glances around at the number of small clawed footprints, trying to identify which of Mother's children may have passed this way.

Spoiler: Identify footprints
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Nature check (1d20+9)[20]