<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/88a931e54e67834d0843c37ee864fa19/tumblr_nbcu4gQRwO1sq1xo4o1_500.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Maelys Thackeray</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006996)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 6/6   <strong>Init</strong> 0<br/><strong>AC</strong> 11 - <strong>Touch</strong> 10 - <strong>FF</strong> 11 - <strong>CMD</strong> 9<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +1 <strong>Ref</strong> +0 <strong> Will</strong> +4<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +3</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>"If you could show me to my room, I would greatly appreciate it.  Do you happen to have a tub I can use to bathe in?"  She looks to Svetlana, shifting the bag on her shoulders and absently brushing a curl of glossy black hair from her brow.  She was beginning to feel the fatigue that came from spending days sleeping in the wilderness and only having the chance to wash sporadically.  Granted, she still somehow managed to look like a million gold, but that was despite the conditions.  Her hand lingered at her brow, shading her eyes as she sent a glance up at the catapult to the right of the gate, absently tugging at her full lower lip as she considered options.<br/><br/>"I believe it might be best if I took up position up there, since I do not need to be as close, and I don't want the rest of you feeling obligated to protect me during the skirmish.  I should be fairly safe there."