<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Orc%20Slaves/Tristan_dRagen_Crop.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Aleria</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hall of Reflections<br/><strong>With:</strong>Alone<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Hurt Knee (-1 Con, effect: -1fort, -2max hp), Hp: 7/10, Mage armor (+4ac), Spider venomed (-4str), Light spell (ongoing)<br/><br/>Her mind filled with images of far away places, she found herself kneeling before the being, it was so hard to consentrate.<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Orcs..."</span></strong>Orcs she feared most. Or atleast, she thought she did. Answer was not even hard to find, caused by the reacant events. Still she were not sure, if it were the answer the devil wanted to hear.