<div class="floatright">(http://static.zerochan.net/Fujiwara.no.Sai.full.1613342.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Okibura Ness, Half-Elf Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 46/46 / <strong>Init</strong> +6<br/><strong>AC</strong> 27 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 26 / <strong>CMD</strong> 17<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +10 / <strong>Ref</strong> +10 / <strong>Will</strong> +10<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +3 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells</strong><br/><strong>1st level:</strong> 8/8<br/><strong>2nd level:</strong> 7/7<br/><strong>3rd level:</strong> 4/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/>Okibura Ness looked down at the woman to join them back on the journey home, the mask covering his face hiding any obvious emotion from playing on his face. He had seen the oni-tainted woman before, but had paid her as little mind as one would pay towards a table or other piece of furniture. This time, though, he turned the entirety of his considerable attention on her, his focus almost palpable in the tavern's gloom. Having gotten to his feet, he looks down upon her from his own height, more than a full foot taller than her own form, and studied her through the slits in his mask.<br/><br/>He could clearly see the demonic tail that wound its way about her backside, restlessly twitching against the chair she had so recently vacated, and while the chain shirt she wore did some to conceal her form, it was not enough to hide the black hue of her arms up to the elbows, nor their strange texture. The impurity disgusted him, but he hid it well behind the masks he wore, both that of stone and that of flesh. The lack of heavier armor combined with the rough gauntlets that encased her hands and wrists, almost giving the impression that her arms were black the whole way down, seemed to indicate that she was some sort of unarmed fighter, though he was fairly certain no monastery or temple would accept one as she for the intense training one must undergo to become a monk of the faith.<br/><br/>Well, whatever the case may be, it would mean little to him. She was just one more insignificant life aboard the ship, and he would be rid of her and the others soon enough. Just being in this place made him almost itch, and he wanted desperately to go cleanse himself with smoke and water within his small cabin aboard the ship. He followed the others, easily keeping pace as they left the tavern due to his longer stride. Then he spotted it; "Hold," he said clearly, following his own command. Authority rang out in his voice despite the mask muffling the sound. "This place... something isn't right here..." he scanned the surroundings, trying to take in everything as he pointed to the bird. "There, no bird that big would be taken down so easily and just left there. Be on your guard, for I know not what comes next." He quickly pulls out a length of carved wood, holding it as though it were a weapon while letting the shield on his other arm hang at the ready to deflect blows and the like.