<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/samedibust.jpg)</div><strong>Samedi Métayer</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13577)<br/><strong>HP: </strong>12/19<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Touch: </strong>12<strong>Flat:</strong>13<strong>Rage: </strong>4/10<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Heal check on herbs</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2014-09-02 13:40:10, Samedi (uid: 2076) rolls: 1d20 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64019)<br/>Lucky rolls are the best ~ </div></div><br/>Samedi sniffed the herbs that had been kept in the container, they reminded her of scent of her mother's tent and she imagined that the southern folk had grown herbs like the medicine man of her tribe had to aid in young couples in consummating their life bonds... should they wish to have children right away or feel pleasure without the consequence. They might be worth something in trade, so the Barbarian decided to keep them, along with the ownerless backpack filled with various nick nacks and the armour - there was still a possibility that it could be mended at some point and prove itself useful.<br/><br/>With that, the blonde left the room and went on to search the next, blissfully unaware of the proceedings with the other girls.