Rolled 20, 20, 8 = 48 (3d20)
>>5393691>>5393674>>5393664>>5393646>>5393487It isn’t safe here—not just for you, but for your party. Had it not been for your judicious use of <Moonbeam>, the bugbears would have tackled the Novice Fleshweaver and Throat-singer right off of your makeshift bridge and carried them away to their deaths. You doubt that such seemingly simple undead were directing these activities without oversight, either. You can feel eyes on you, out in the dark.
You press on, gnashing your teeth against the pain and staunching the bleeding by holding you cloak close to the wounds.
