<strong>Giselle Do'Urden<br/>Time; Early Morning, Day 1<br/>Location; The Northern Trek<br/>Tagged; Lionel</strong><br/><br/>Giselle nodded and downed the contents of the health potion, and immediately wanted to gag since the potion, while it healed her of her very sore and constricted throat among the bruises and minor cuts she had gotten from the battle, tasted rather foul no matter how many times she had to partake of one or more.  "I don't know how my brother David or Seth can stand these things, bleh.  Even so....I thank you for the compliment to my skill, but you did most of the work Lionel..."  She groaned and smiled weakly, glad to have been of help regardless, putting a hand to her stomach until it settled before taking the offered piece of cloth from Lionel, examining it closely before handing it back as carefully as she could so as not to damage it further, seeing it meant a great deal to the knight, listening to every word he had to say.  He had explained the Monster-pedia bit already, but the rest regarding his former position as a formidable paladin in an order of them was very intriguing, and answered a few questions regarding his past life.  After he was done and the liquid she had consumed did its job, Giselle shrugged since she too had made many an enemy over the course of her 300 years, but there was much he needed to hear about her as well as they prepared to leave.  As for the hypothermia bit, she had a few things to say on that as well as a ball of fire appeared in her right hand.  "You wouldn't have died from the cold because I wouldn't have allowed it.  I'd have made a suitable camp inside the cave you killed that fire beast until you recovered if I hadn't been prepared, and I always am."  She grinned, closing her hand so the fire orb disappeared.  She didn't have much in the way of magic, but the few spells she did possess helped her to survive in any situation just about.  Her main skills however were those of the ranger with a bit of rogue training mixed in if her acrobatics was anything to go by.<br/><br/>She grew serious however as she led the way back down this time, the sun starting to rise into a position that said it was getting later in the day.  Early afternoon if she had to take a guess as they made their slow way down while she spoke.  "Number 7 out of 11 isn't a bad rank to achieve Sir Lionel, and the fact you're a researcher is something else that's impressive.  I'm not about to make an assumption based on your race since I've ran into both kind, gentle lion men such as yourself, as well as the more feral variety.  Just look at me, I'm a dark elf/light elf half breed, yet my dark elven blood should automatically mean I'm a cold hearted killer rather than what you've seen for yourself if you were to assume by appearance alone.  As for my ancestors....the only ones that are worth even mentioning is my father and his own long dead father who gave his life for his own son so that he might have a chance to make it to the surface where I was raised, thank the gods.  Menzoberranzan, the dark city of the Drow, are evil and chaos incarnate.  My father was nothing like his dark kin, and his own father, Zaknafien Do'Urden, as well as his teacher in the ways of the sword, mainly the double scimitar style that I myself employ in turn, gave him the means and the courage to do what he could not, and that was forsake everything they knew for a chance at a better life.  Drizzt left it when he found out that his own mother had sacrificed Zak to their dark goddess Lolth, thus beginning his life as a renegade of his own people, and thus beginning in turn his life as a hero of legend among those of Toril and an enemy of his own kind, for which I'm quite proud to be a part of.  He taught me everything I know as far as my skills as a ranger, but I was also trained by powerful wizards as well, learning a handful of spells that compliment my other abilities, as you've seen."<br/><br/>Sliding down a small incline with very little trouble, Giselle kept on walking onward, the pace easy and the post battle banter soothing to her since she was always ready for another fight, always seeking a challenge when she could find it.  One of these days, just like her own father, she'd find something that would push her beyond her limits, and if not for Lionel, she'd have found that challenge today and wound up dead most likely.  "I've made plenty of friends as well as enemies, same as you Lionel.  I have two twin brothers that are a year older than me, and while they look much more like our light elven mother that....died giving birth to me a year after they were born, they are no less powerful in their own way.  David is the 'barbarian' in our family, but only in the loosest sense of the term since he's highly educated just like myself and Seth.  Seth is a powerful mage, and while I chose to follow in our father's footsteps, he chose the path of the sorcerer, and he's helped me a great many times during some of my more hair raising adventurers.  Neria though, I met her when she was just starting out as a cleric and going down the road to becoming a Sacred Prostitute.  She's the run that saved my life when I about met my end at the hands of a red dragon, who's claws cut my back open nearly to the point my spine was almost cut clean in two.  Ever since, we've been friends, and while there's little I could do for her to repay that debt despite it being so long ago, she has never wished such repayment anyway, making her even more of a close ally than most people can ever say.  That's why she agreed when she heard I was coming here more than anything, although she has a real desire to help the students, don't get me wrong.  And I'm rambling aren't I?"  She blushed, chuckling a bit at herself since she hadn't meant to sound like a neverending stream as she did as they reached the base of the mountain range and were well on their way back to the castle by the time she stopped going and going.