<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: 0 Level: Daze, Flare, Spark; 1st Level: Magic Missile, Magic Missile</div></div><hr/><br/>She settled into the chair, and then groaned when Merle started working on her shoulders, her cheeks coloring at the mention of her armor being in the way.  Licking her lips for a moment as she stared at the food, she sighed, and nodded.  "You're... probably right," she said, and undid the straps that held the armor on, shifting forward to pull it away, once again in her midriff top.  "Thank you, by the way.  You and the Keep... you're kinder to me than most."