<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/dsc00904.jpg)</div>Ionia Tivalt<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Armor Class:  10<br/>Hit Points:  8<br/>Status Effects:  Nauseated<br/></div></div><br/>Ionia’s stomach heaved at the first taste of the rum.  She groaned at the vile stuff and pondered the truth that some things just werent’ worth the buzz.<br/><br/>Most of it was, of course, her sea sickness.  She managed to keep down a small bowl of stew. After a bit, she got up and moved carefully across the deck to Lantis, still holding the mug of grog.  She touched the swashbuckler on the shoulder and offered the best winsome grin she she could manage in her current state.  (Being Ionia, it was still pretty devastating.)  “Take a girl for a walk, boyo?”<br/><br/>