"Anri"
High Elf Eldritch Knight.
Darkvision: 60ft Blindsight: 10ft
AC: 17 HP: 72/72
PP: 15 PIv: 12 PIs: 12
Conditions:
Concentrating on:
7 / 7 d8 HD
Second wind 1d10+7 1/1 Action surge 1/1
Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 2/2 2nd

Destroying the wererat so utterly had mollified a little of the slightly psychotic elf's annoyance at the enemy running away (again!). She clicked her tongue to extingush the flames and nodded to herself at the smell of success, which in this case smelt like singed rodent.

Clicking her fingers to slick the gore off the blade, she rested it again on her shoulder. She padded around the little lair, occasionally poking at something with the spike on her axe's tip. Finding nothing truly interesting, she wandered about until the bag of holding came out.

Peeking through the contents, she retrieved a ring, turning it too and fro delicately between her claws.
"I will have this," she said.

At the notion of fireballs and smoking them out, she angled her head in curiosity.
"Make something go down the tunnels and see if they come out somewhere, then."
She turned her fiercely gold eyes on Grepha. "Like that thing."
Spoiler: OOC
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I'll take the ring of swimming from the bag.

I'd like the bow of marksmanship but won't take it unless it's offered.