<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lady Elisia</span>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8713) -<em>Oracle of the White Covenant</em><br/><hr/>The oracle gave a light nod in response as Demetri laid forth a plan. Diplomacy was one of her strong suits given her task of unifying and speaking with others. It made sense she might be able to hold some sway with those in charged to finding out the situation and getting any information they might require. Its even possible they might be able to get reimbursed for tavern expenses should the meeting go smoothly enough. She gently brushed a strand of hair that had managed itself over her shoulder and slipped it once again behind her back. What left the girl fumbling was the act Demetri did next. She let out a sudden gasp as she was stumbled forward without any bit of expectancy towards being grabbed and tugged by the rugged fighter. She looked forward staring a bit disoriented as he spoke back to the others. She managed to regain her balance looking a little bit lost for words at the moment as she regained her senses to some degree before being pulled forward. She wasn't exactly use to being rushed. It wasn't the most pleasant feeling ofg being dragged around like some luggage. As a blush turned to her cheeks as she looked to the rogue who made a witting remark as they moved onward.<br/><br/>Elisia found her step back as she went with the man towards the town hall. Words were slowly starting to return to her as her eyes didn't hide they were eagerly eyeing up the sights the town had to offer. She always found such delight in experiencing new places and a town like this was by far different from the normal place you would expect to see. She looked to Demetri as her voice had finally started to return to her.<strong>"You... you know you don't have to drag me... I can... walk on my own." </strong>She spoke rather firmly as she finally found it within herself to reinstate her will. While her tone wasn't exactly that of anger, it was notable with her pitch that she wasn't the most thrilled with being dragged around in such a manor. While it didn't seem to have any 'promiscuous' air about the way he treated her, it was still something that made her seem uneasy enough to cause some adjustment in her voice. Her blush had faded away as she walked a bit behind him as they moved to the town hall.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong> HP:</strong> <em>30</em>/<strong>22</strong>     <strong>AC:</strong> <em>12</em>     <strong>Saves: </strong> <em>4:4:4</em>     <strong>Init:</strong> <em>6</em>     <strong>CMD:</strong> <em>16</em><br/><strong>Buffs:</strong> None<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> <br/>-<em><strong>Heavy Mace</strong>: Atk: 4 | Dmg: 1d8+2 Crit: x2</em> <br/>- <em><strong>+1 Chain Shirt: </strong>AC: 5 | CP: -1</em> <br/>- <em><strong>+1 Buckler:</strong> AC: 2 | CP: 0</em><br/><br/><strong>Spells:</strong>    <strong>1    2      3     4     5</strong>   <br/>               <em>5  |  -   |  -   |  -   |  -</em><br/><br/><strong>Channel:</strong> 6<br/></div></div>