<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quentan Stonehammer (Warpriest 1)</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:      13/13   AC:   <br/>TAB:      +2   AC; Touch:   <br/>Ranged:   +2   AC; Flatfoot:   <br/>Blessings:   3/3   Fort:      +5<br/>Init:      +2   Reflex:      +2<br/>Will:      +5<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">0th:Detect Magic, Purify food/water, Spark, Stabilize<br/>1st:Shield, Weapons against Evil<br/></div></div>Active Effects:<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Quentan glanced about at the crowd of new comers and known faces and hid his apprehension at the lack of forethought that most of them seemed to possess. "Ye ken jabbar at th' priest at th' temple all ye wants; wuldnay give meself th' time o' day, nor, methinks, ah dyin' man ah bit o' water.... Meself af'r th' crypt. Is any o' ye fer goin' wit' me an' helpin' wit th' work?"<br/><br/>He rose with the others and hefted the huge hammer onto his shoulder as he prepared to go his own way, alone or with others.