The cleric pulls on the robes, while sighing<b>. <span style="color: orange">"Black really isn't my color.." </span> </b>She tightens the sash ,and and looks to the group around her.<b><span style="color: orange">"What...are you people doing here in the first place?"</span></b>She looks to the bodies on the floor, counts and looks to the largest party member again. She wasn't sure how many priests were around when she was being tortured, but if there was one left ....that changed everything.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: orange">"I see you've a capable healer with you...however."</span> </b>She claps her hands together and smirks a weakly,she can hardly believe shes about to offer help to these strangers, as all she wanted at this moment was a warm cup of tea and to bask in the glow of the sun once again, but..justice needed to be served.<b><span style="color: orange"> "Seeing as how you had all the 'fun' with this lot...and I <i>know</i> there was more then two voices torturing us...I offer my services...I wouldn't mind bashing a few miscreant skulls in..but...um..Fist.."</span></b><br/><br/>The cleric closes her eyes, running a hand through her dreaded hair as she does, and starts to chant, thinking long and hard about her beloved shield. Concentrating on the symbol of Mayaheine emblazoned on her armor,<br/><b><span style="color: orange">"This robe simply will not do." </span></b><br/><br/>((Casts rank 3<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/locateObject.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> 'locate object'</a>*crosses fingers that all armor is together*))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>