<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 30); AC 16<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The Druid stood up slowly, staff in hands and her eyes narrowed as she back up against wick, feeling cornered like an animal. Moments ago she was talking with Wick, and the next she was thrown into a group of strangers. She was not having the best of days and found it hard to know who was her enemy and who was her ally.<br/><br/>"Friend or foe!?" She exclaimed her staff clenched in her fists and held out in front of her in a protective manner. Though she wore little she was adept at dodging incoming attacks. Her emerald eyes scanned over every person, taking a mental note on who seemed more threatening to her.<br/><br/>When Orchid heard the word 'Keeper' she quickly nodded. "Aye. Keeper. That is what the men who attacked us called us. Keeper. Are you 'Keepers' or enemies?" She questioned again, trying to be more clarifying in her words.<br/>