<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/Y6FTaQm.jpg)</div><strong>Ondrea Starborn</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=274814)<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 11/11<br/>Arcane Pool: 5/5<br/>Arousal Pool: 6/19<br/>Current Arousal Penalty: -2<br/>Spell Levels Free: none<br/>Spells Available: none</div></div><hr/><br/>She listened to the words spoken in her mind, cataloging it away for a later date.  She was still going to go see her teacher's friend, see if he could do something about it before even trusting anywhere near anything like her life to this... self-proclaimed cursed item, that for all she knew, wanted her dead or in the hands of some rather unsavory characters.<br/><br/>She sighed, and shook her head.  The pull was annoying, but she was fairly certain she could ignore it long enough to get to where she was going and see what could be done there.  With any luck, she'd be able to be free of this thing with the wizard's help, and she wouldn't have to worry about it at all.<br/><br/>For now, though... it was still early, far earlier than she'd intended to leave.  Shaking her head, she collapsed back onto the bed on her back, staring at the ceiling for a long moment, before closing her eyes and trying to fall back to sleep.