<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tinyviking.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Taavia Perkele</strong></span><br/><strong>Race:</strong>Dwarf<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Skald<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Hit Points:</strong> 50/50<br/><strong>Armor Class:</strong><br/><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +2 | <em>Will:</em> +5<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +1<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +6 (+8 for stone  and metalwork; automatically rolls to detect doors)<br/><strong>Raging Song:</strong> 14/14<br/><strong>Spells:</strong> <em>Level One:</em>: 5 | <em>Level Two:</em> 3</div></div><hr/><br/>She looked back to Mirana as they headed along.<strong>"Taavia Perkele. Originally from Syldr."</strong>She pushes some stray hair back as she ties it into a simple ponytail.<strong>"And your guess is as good as mine as to why we're here. Wozzername, the priestess,"</strong>she says with a flick of her hand towards Joula<strong>"picked up some papers that might clue us all in. We'll figger it out once we're not rats in a trap, aye?"</strong>The small woman - from a dwarf that's something - gets a grin, with less mirth than ferocity.<strong>"And then? We pay 'em a visit, I think. But right now? Yeah, let's done get the hell out of here. A bath sounds wonderful, I just <em>know</em> that green little stinker pawed me." </strong><br/><br/>With as fast a trot as he stout legs can manage, she joins with Joula, looking around at the architecture.<strong>"Rich man's house. Maybe even a small castle. We've been going up this whole time, so, we're likely on a hill, the basement carved out of a natural cave... Lot of money went into this."</strong>Another grin creeps onto her lips as she stalks up to the large oaken doors.<strong>"I mean, just!"</strong><em>Kick!</em><strong>"Look!"</strong><em>Kick!</em><strong>"At!"</strong><em>Kick!</em><strong>"this!"</strong><em>Kick!</em>There we go, the door should be opening now.<strong>"...Fine craftsmanship. Well. Maybe not the hinges... well then,"</strong>she dusts her leather leggings off, shakes her kicking foot.<strong>"Someone else want to be the first out?"</strong>