Hellsing could not help but wonder what the inside of the magic bag would smell like, with all the men cramming their bedrolls and other gear inside of it. She was glad that her own gear did not weigh her down enough to make it necessary to put her bedroll inside the bag too.
However, she said nothing to the others about her thoughts.
“As long as my bowstrings don’t get wet, I will be fine.”
She pondered the sky for a few seconds longer, then looked around.
“Come, Morrolan. Let us go look for shelter.”
She stepped off the path, looking around for what Morrolan had suggested – a cave, rather than just a sheltered spot.
Knowledge: Nature (to gauge weather) - 1d20+8=24
Take 10 on a +9 Survival check to find campsite. +2 from Morrolan’s check for a total of 21.
Current AC: 19 (15 Flatfooted, 14 Touch)
Current HP: 34/34 remaining
Current Weapon in Hand: +1 Composite Bow (+2)
Conditions in Effect: None.