Selissa Betula
Wood Elf Scout Rogue
AC: 16 HP: 38/38 -> 48/48
PP: 16
Conditions: Aid
Concentrating: --

Stagecoach

As the coin clicked back together, Selissa's eyes narrowed in readiness. Her fleshen hand gripped her knife, but didn't draw - when nothing happened, she still didn't let go, but a fraction of the tension in her body uncoiled as no counting devil appeared.

With a click of her tongue in annoyance, she held out her wooden hand.
"Pass it."Her bow had worked before. This time, she'd shatter it in two and bury one half deep, toss the other into the river when they got to Harumvale - see it come back from that.
"Not worth meddling with devils for coin. Evil little thing."