<div align="center">(https://images2.imgbox.com/c2/2d/E81IvF8u_o.png) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292158.msg14356151#msg14356151)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/8c/75/768c75175a59367d62f3f06925db3839.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Female Half-Elf Oracle [Divine Herbalist] 6 NG<br/>34 <strong>HP</strong> | 16 <strong>AC</strong> | +0 <strong>Init</strong> | <strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Crispin, <strong>GM Carriage Drivers</strong>| Open </span></span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">An eclectically armed traveller, accompanied by a copper-coloured guard dog (7 HP) (http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/bestiary/dog.html#dog). She has a tired look about her, and despite having rested there are thickset bags under her eyes. Her hair disguises her pointed Elven ears, but she has made no deliberate attempts to hide her features. Her worn cloak is pulled tightly around her. Vasodel has been quiet for most of the 'morning' and keeps clutching for her holy symbol as the party wait to depart. <br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Equipment</strong></td></tr><tr><td> Traveller's Outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b6/e8/4d/b6e84d50cdc8617773e72af561c6c422.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td>Silver Holy Symobol</td></tr><tr><td>Ring of Protection</td></tr><tr><td>Common Backpack</td></tr><tr><td>Leaf Armour Jerkin</td></tr><tr><td>Holy Adamantine Mace</td></tr><tr><td>Voidglass Heavy Crossbow</td></tr><tr><td>Mithral (Steel) Shield</td></tr><tr><td>Coin Pouch (17 Gold)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Waiting was making Vasodel antsy, to the point that she had begun pacing some time ago. After the party had left the inn, to make for the carriages, she had hoped that they would be on the road again soon. Whilst they would certainly be going into danger, at least with something to focus on her mind might not have wandered so horribly as it did. Anticipation had balled itself up in her stomach, promising of blood to be spilled, or the deaths that could happen - that may well have been happening already - as they waited around. Much of this was thanks to the eternal night that had drawn her towards Urgasburg; hearing of it had been one thing, witnessing it for herself was another thing entirely <em>What have I gotten myself into this time. Go and help the people there, I thought. They must surely have sick that would avail themselves of my help, yes, never mind the bloody moon and the rumours of undeath. Dammit, Vassy, what have you done.</em><br/><br/>Vasodel tuned back into the conversation as the group were discussing their origins, which was natural enough, she supposed. Although she did wonder if it would only make things more painful should any of them perish before even reaching the city proper. No matter how many times you saw a man dying, that didn't make it any easier to admit that it was a possibility on this mission <em>No, no. I can keep them alive. Or die myself whilst trying, that's why I'm here.</em><br/><br/>Now that she had stopped wandering aimlessly in circles, she positioned herself leaning against the carriage closest to Crispin. They had made the journey into Lunescross together and, despite being complete strangers beyond that, she felt a modicum more comfortable with him than with the others (amongst whom there was another women, and two men, but surely there were more to come or this really would be a suicide mission?) When she saw an opportunity, she tapped Crispin lightly  on the shoulder and cleared her throat, speaking softly "What do you make of them, Mr Oldfield." Her eyes darted around the group.<br/><br/>Then, almost as an after thought, she looked to one of the carriage drivers "How long is it into Urth--sorry- Urgasburg from here?"</span></span></div>