<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 watched Wick move from his hiding spot and grab the man with his cloak. She remained perched in her tree. What ever was chasing this man could show. So she remained poised on the branch, watching intently and at the same time covering Wick from above. The Druid and Ranger seemed to have a synergy with each other.<br/><br/>Azrael remained where he was, sniffing the area and listening closely. The woods was still quiet and Orchid remained on edge. She had grown accustomed to the white noise of insects and birds.