<div class="floatright">(http://static1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090909074443/dungeons/images/1/12/Female_HalfElf.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nessa, Half-Elf Sorceress</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 8/8 / <strong>Init</strong> +1<br/><strong>AC</strong> 13 / <strong>Touch</strong> 11 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 12 / <strong>CMD</strong> 9<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +1 / <strong>Ref</strong> +1 / <strong>Will</strong> +1<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +0 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> +1</div></div><br/>Nessa waits for the others to decide what to do. She was still trying to take it all in, between the fall and being tied up. She could tell that she had gotten quite the bump to the head in order to end up unconscious, and the bruise beneath her thick head of hair still twinged at times and in general gave her here-and-there a slight migraine that she felt somewhere between her eyes and deep within her head. She hoped it would subside soon, as such things often did, but sometimes they could mean worse things, and she hoped nothing would happen before she could reach the surface with the others.<br/><br/>She listened to them speaking, and remained silent as she tried to get a feel for all the others, both those who had found her and those they had met. The twisted half-men were certainly a sight to behold, and she wondered how long they had been down here, and how long they would have stayed had the city not been brought to its knees. Had there truly been a plot, some sort of betrayal of the city, that had allowed the demons to enter, the wardstones to fall, and for a demon to rise and take down a dragon? Where had the dragon come from? Had it been trying to defend the city? These and more questions continued to revolve in Nessa's mind as she tried to make heads and tails of the strange occurrences that had proceeded after she had woken up this morning.