<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/b0f84fs50d46n6n/Tilde%20thumbnail.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tilde (tilsin'rayair)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Transmutation Wizard [Enhancement]<br/><strong>Age:</strong>16 (kobold adult)<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tilde gives a cruel grin as the two talk of traps and cannons. We're right in front of the dragon, the leader of our tribe... but she can't help but give voice to that koboldian deviousness that rages within us all. "If grape shot can be fired from a catapult, so can bear traps."<br/><br/>She then broadens her end of the conversation a bit. "I've never been sailing myself, but in preparation for departure I crafted myself an item to give me the needed knowledge. My place on the ship is rather predetermined: Ship's mage." Her instinct is to grab up the crystal shard now, but she battens down that craven desire in the presence of her leader, waiting for a sign that she can do so, or an end to the meeting when all niceties may end.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Active Spells:</strong><br/>Book Ward<br/>Mage Armor<br/>False Life<br/>Ant Haul