<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/74/ed/5e/74ed5eef10c825703fce975c55e5529c.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: gabriola;">Jazzy Feldspar</span></span></em></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1053846)<br/>CN Gnome Druid (Feyspeaker)<br/><em>low-light vision</em><br/><strong>Init:</strong>+2;<strong>Hp:</strong>10/10;<strong>Fey Magic SLAs</strong>: 4/4;<strong>Faerie Dragon SLAs</strong>: 6/6<br/><strong>AC</strong>18 (touch 13, flat-footed 16);<strong>Fort</strong>+4,<strong>Ref</strong>+2,<strong>Will</strong>+3<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Gnome, Sylvan, Druidic, Aklo, Draconic<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"See, they think that hanging me will teach me a lesson, but they've never<em>met</em>me before.  They don't get that I'm very stubborn, and that horse was entirely too delicate to be carrying around a man that fat."  She noted thoughtfully to the pillbugs, having been chatting with them since they'd tossed her into the cell.  She could sense their interest and agreement, and felt that if the pillbugs were to serve as her jury, she would most certainly get off without a hanging.  In fact, they might grant her a good citizen award.  It was really too bad that people were less sensible than pillbugs.<br/><br/>She squinted at the sudden influx of light and tilted her head to peer up at the tall man, trying not to stare at his mustache, as she assumed doing so would make him less inclined to help her.  "If you're talking about busting me out, you shouldn't detail your plan in front of Ghlen.  He's a very good jailer and he takes his job seriously, so he'd feel obligated to stop you."  She glanced at Ghlen and flashed him a reassuring smile, so that he wouldn't feel she was upset over the fact that he would prevent her escape.  It was just his job, after all.  He couldn't help that he had less sense than a pillbug.<br/><br/>"If part of your plan involves knocking Ghlen out, however, then I hope you'll be careful.  I'd like to get free and not go for a swing, but I'd feel quite guilty if poor Ghlen had to endure too much pain on my behalf.  He's really a decent guy."  She nodded and stood up, careful to avoid stepping on the bugs as she crossed her cell to get a bit closer to the door, wincing at the ugly metal sound of her chains.  "Also, my name is Jazzy, not gnome, human.  Now, you tell me your name.  That's how civilized discourse works, so I'm told."