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[b][color=01F0FF]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=01F0FF]Location:[/color][/b] Southwest of Roshmi City
[b][color=01F0FF]Interactions:[/color][/b] Rue[@Potter], Bardulf[@Lava Alckon], Bridgette[@Tae], Mister Luum[@FunnyGuy], and Zeva[@Pink Khione]
[b][color=01F0FF]Equipment:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.dndbeyond.com/avatars/thumbnails/7/223/1000/1000/636284734857745454.jpeg]Sword[/url], hunting knife, a backpack with supplies, and a stoat named Raze who naps in the pocket of his vest. 
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As much as Bowyn hated to admit it, Mister Luum did have a point; fending off an owlbear was good training for Baldurf. A real fight was better experience than training or sparing and soon the human would be encountering things far more dangerous than an owlbear. He wasn’t going to admit it aloud though, and Mister Luum’s brief glimmer of capable leadership dissolved as the elf began rambling about his missing staff. [i]Was this really the best the elves could come up with to be in charge of the human?[/i]

[color=01F0FF]“You got this, but we have your back.”[/color] He offered to Bardulf because now, Luum was off to the side taking a call on his transmission bracelet. 

Bardulf seemed to freeze for just a second, and they were fortunate that Rue had set up the ice barrier; it bought a few moments for the human to be ready as the vicious owlbear shattered through the wall of melting ice. The human launched his attack landing a few blows before jumping from the bear to behind Rue. 

[color=DCD1FD]“I’ll have a go!”[/color] The strange elf who caused all of this now [i]graciously[/i] offered to help.

[color=01F0FF]“Well you did bring it here.”[/color] Bowyn muttered, but at least she was helping, even managing to blind the owlbear some. Which was more than Luum was doing at the moment, but then she proceed to taunt the angry and injured owlbear. Bowyn found this to be tacky, it was just a dumb angry bear after all. 

Bowyn knelt down, one hand resting on the ground, his focus now set on the owlbear and his magic. Ice formed beneath his hand; the grass and dirt quickly froze and spread out from where his hand rested in a direct path toward the briefly blinded owlbear. The line of ice moved quickly, stopping its forward movement once it was directly beneath the owlbear’s paws. The ice moved swiftly upwards, sticking to the fur, wrapping around the owlbear’s feet, and making its way into the flesh. There was a distressed roar as the owlbear struggled to free itself, knocking one leg free but the ice held strong against the other leg as it worked its way up to the owlbear’s stifle and held the leg in place. Bowyns hand dug into the frozen earth, tightening the ice’s grip around the lower half of the owlbears leg as the ice began to crack. 

[color=01F0FF]“Someone should put this beast down.”[/color] By someone, Bowyn mostly meant Bardulf but it then occurred to him that maybe the human showing off his powers in front of a strange elf wouldn’t be the best plan. Another cry came from the owlbear as it finally tore its frostbitten leg free.[/color]