Afterwards

[Iron Dragoon]

Drop by Ianvasah first to make sure she isn't arguing.

[Anastasia]

As you approach, you see Bastian exit. Blood trickles form a swollen lip, though it goes down and heals by the moment.

"She's doing better," Bastian says evenly, turning to spit blood out to the floor.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa pat's him on the shoulder.

"Thanks. I'll owe you a favor for that. Let me get her pissed at me and we'll all meet you down at the field."

[Anastasia]

A short nod, Bastian going off and leaving the entrance to Ianvasah's room unguarded.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa heads in!

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah is there, rubbing her hand and glaring death. "I said-" she begins, "Alyssa," she clears her throat.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa grins and leans against the door. "And what was it you said?"

[Anastasia]

"That isn't important," Ianvasah says, "Since you aren't...him." A twist of her lips down, a sour frown. 

[Iron Dragoon]

"It's more important than you think. I asked him to rouse the dragon."

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah's appearance ripples, a beautiful half elf woman who regards you coldly, hands on her hips, "That was you?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Oh, it was Bastian through and through. I just asked him to do it. You've been having a rough time, Ianvasah. You needed time to rest and collect yourself. But you also needed to remember the fire in your belly that drive you to be the dragon."

[Anastasia]

"Fire in the belly, is it?" Ianvasah glares, "Fire destroys and leaves behind only ash."

[Iron Dragoon]

"And a forest fire enriches the soil for new growth, Druid."

Alyssa grins at her, "You're angry and rightly so. So how about we deal with it at the exercise field?"

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah strides up to you and - !

> roll 1d20+39
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+39 --> [ 1d20=16 ]{55}

AC?

[Iron Dragoon]

58 ac.