<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:  Sickened<br/></div></div><br/>Ionia was feeling better, come the dawn.  Still not truly herself, but vastly better than the day before.  She washed up with a rag and some cold salt water and took her staff gleefully in hand.  She checked her spellbook and, finding it intact, slipped it into her backpack, and her pack she locked into her chest.  She hid the key to the chest in her bodice with her newly acquired dagger; then headed up to the kitchen with staff in hand.<br/>She greeted the cook with a rueful smile to find him thoroughly drunk, then offered him a smile and a kiss on the forehead, “Let me take care of things today.”<br/>