Chapter 2: The Trek to Myrefall

Mechanical Leta has NOTHING that would cause that to be an advantage. LOL. Leta is hunter and a priest of the GOD of HUNTING.

I figured you guys would both try, each giving the other the Help action, thus giving each other advantage. If it doesn't make sense for your character, though, I totally understand and I back the character decision.

Leta

Leta crouches beside the fallen creatures, her fingers tracing the coarse fur that covers their twisted forms. Despite her years of wilderness experience and the countless hours spent tracking game through the northern forests, these beings defy everything she knows about natural predators. Their proportions are wrong, their movements frozen in death suggest an intelligence that goes beyond mere animal cunning.

The knowledge slips through her grasp like water through cupped hands. She recognizes wolf tracks, can read the signs of pack hunting, but these creatures... they're something else entirely. The unsettling feeling grows that whatever these things are, they don't belong in the natural order she's spent her life learning to understand.

You are all trained in weaponry of some kind, so without much effort you know it is a longsword, and thus is versatile but not finesse.

The sound of heavy footsteps on packed earth draws attention from the scattered group. A dwarf emerges from the village's outskirts, walking with a kind of aimless purpose that suggests he's been wandering rather than following any clear path. Snow clings to his winter clothing, and his eyes carry the distant look of someone who has seen too much in too short a time. Even from a distance, the bruises and cuts visible on his face and hands tell a story of recent violence.

He pauses at the edge of the longhouse clearing, taking in the scene before him with the slow, deliberate manner of someone processing information that doesn't quite fit together. The fallen wolf-creatures, the overturned wagon, strangers scattered across the area engaged in their various tasks; it's clear he's arrived in the middle of something significant, though the full scope of what has transpired here remains to be discovered.

His legs seem to give out beneath him as he stumbles forward, barely managing to cross the threshold of the longhouse before collapsing to the floor. The impact is heavy, and he lies there motionless for a moment, his breathing labored and shallow. It's clear that whatever he's been through has pushed him to the very edge of his endurance.

@mathias0077 You can tell that this dwarf, whoever they are, is in bad shape; they're at 1 hp.