<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Tashia turns away.  Her delicate features are expressionless, but her cheeks flush red.  "I am sure that I don't know what you mean."  She says, her tone cold.  "And that will not be necessary."  She remains looking away, still blushing, her posture stiff.<br/><br/>Finally, with a sigh, she turns back.  "It seems to me,"  She begins, speaking slowly and carefully, as though still formulating her thoughts, "-that this changes nothing.  We received a mission, with targets, and captives to free.  Aldemaar is dead, but..."  She shrugs, her shoulders rising and falling.  "I suppose we should travel south."  Her lips thin.  "I thought there would be more of us.  Perhaps the others were waylaid on their journey here."<br/><br/>Searching the bodies, Tashiel finds the potions on Aldemaar's body.  Her eyes widen as she recognizes the contents of the small bottles.  Hands shaking, she pops one open, drinking it smoothly.  Her slender body shudders, and she reaches for the next one, drinking it down just as quickly.  That done, she takes a deep, calming breath, blinking as she turns to face Senna.  "I... apologize."  She says, sounded sincere.  "When that orb struck me..."  She shakes her head, unwilling to say more.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Potion#1 = 9 hp (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=101478)<br/>Potion#2 = 10 hp (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=101479)</div></div>