<div class="floatleft">(http://drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919232329-9eb928b7.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Virgin Flower</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Orchid</span></span><br/><em>Druid of Rosewood Forest</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8521); 40 HP (Current 40); AC 16<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Orchid was exhausted and dirty. Sleeping underground did not set well with her, but survival was far more important. She sat near the fire, cross legged and stared at the dancing flames. She was with mostly strangers and she couldn't help but think that fate had guided her here. "What do you think 'a Keeper' means?" Orchid asked to no one in particular, leaving the question open for anyone.<br/><br/>Beside her rested Azrael. His large black body curled up against her as he seemed content to sleep any where, as long as it was next to the druid. Orchid gazed around, looking for something to drink. She had little supplies, as she did not know she would be traveling so far from home today.