<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> 22<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +3 | <em>Will:</em> +4 | (+3 save vs. spells, spell-like abilities, and poison)<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +4<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/>Taavia's brow had lifted as Justin introduced and tried to flatter himself. She shook her head with a soft snort and a chuckle, resting her axe on her shoulder as she went back to the main... gallery? Lab? Seeing the odd blueish woman has already nudged the doors open, Taavia heads her way, a nod granted to Joula.<strong>"C'mon, then. Wary of the rogue-and-a-scoundrel, though." </strong>She looked back over her shoulder, grinning at Justin, before following Mirana into the hallway.<br/><br/>While others worry about the doors, Taavia is going to go all the way to the stairs, to have a see what might be above them. Probably a hell of a mess, judging from the cave-in they had seen.