<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/fd1c41770c34ebba6dd199c94e6eea43_zpssz4asil2.png)</div><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Medusa</span></span></em><br/>Female Human White-Haired Witch / Unchained Monk (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291897.msg14334121#msg14334121)<br/>HP: 12 | AC: 12 | Init: +2 | Status: Fatigued<br/>Location: Northern Women's Cell<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>Initiative: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124114)</em><br/><br/>The commotion wasn't going to go away by itself. All the tension and suppressed activity smelled of a riot just waiting to break out. Medusa didn't want to risk getting noticed, but she wanted to be caught with her non-existent pants down even less. So she got to her feet while trying to keep herself inconspicuous behind the others.