<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bree Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/298/f/d/elf_by_flexdreams-d6rrmg9.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)<strong>HP:</strong>5 of 11 (-11 nonlethal)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Mage Armor (+4 AC, total<strong>16</strong>) with 2 h remaining, Light (periodically re-cast), Heroism (+2 morale bonus on skill checks, attack and saves),<br/><strong>Disarmed</strong>: elven curved blade on floor<br/>Spells expended: 5 of 5 1st-level, 5 of 6 Elemental Ray     Carrying box of healing salve, 29 of 30 doses left<br/><hr/>Bree bravely held her ground amidst the melee, lying unconscious near the downed sap-wielder.  There was a nasty bruise forming and even considerable blood spilled where the force of the leather bag's blow had torn her scalp, but she was in no danger of further injury at the moment.<br/>Even as the last orc, the hated Kursk, fled the room, she showed no change in readiness - like a hardened warrior, not letting her vigilance drop just because the enemy appeared to retreat.  Plus, she was insensate.