<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/51/f5/c4/51f5c4b9085a0b2c25d4fa087c680d87.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">_____________________________________<br/><strong>HP</strong> 42/42 / <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 20 / <strong>Touch</strong> 13 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 17 / <strong>CMD</strong> 23<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +5 / <strong>Ref</strong> +4 / <strong>Will</strong> +8<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +4 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> +8<br/><strong>Spells</strong><br/><strong>1st level:</strong> 3/3 +1<br/><strong>2nd level:</strong> 2/2 +1<br/><strong>3rd level:</strong> 2/2 +1<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/>_____________________________________<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">As she stepped inside the diner she gave Jarond a little wave and bright smile like always. His friendship meaning a lot to her since first meeting her. "I like what you've done to the place. Very..you." Hopping up onto the smaller stool her little smile grows wider as food was soon placed out in front of her. "Ocalus? I'll remember that name. I got three broken ribs thanks to him." She pouts her lips before eating into her stew.  "Slave merchants have no honour but to honour their own interests. Twist enough and he'll want to be our best friend." </span></div>