<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20+7= 24</div></div><br/>" 'Ey now..." Marric says, bringing up both of her hands in a palm-open defensive stance. "Who'n the hell are you?"<br/><br/>Whatever the creature is, it certainly doesn't seem friendly... in fact, judging by the thorn it pulls from its belt, it seems fairly angry. At her? Maybe it's one of those "Familiar" things, mad because she and Lissu dropped the mage?<br/><br/>"Put that thing away, fella, before ya hurt yourself... Ain't no sense in picking a fight when we don' even know each other."  She gives the creature an attempt at a smile, but she's still riding high on the adrenaline from her earlier fights, and it probably comes across a bit... manic. "Why're ya here?"