<div class="floatleft">(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/Prima1Bust.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Prima (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10001) - HP </strong>44/44 -<strong>AC:</strong>20 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>---<br/><strong>Spell slots - 1:</strong>6/6<strong>2:</strong>4/4  -<strong>Base DC:</strong>16 (15 without headband)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"So then, in order to get our limelight in this town, we first have to work as hired thugs?"</strong>Prima asks, shaking her head at the thought,<strong>"I guess if the stage has already been booked, we don't really have a choice... our manager should really have thought out our venues more carefully instead of hiding behind stacks of paper for hours on end. So, how should we set things up to know when the shipment's coming on the eastern road, two days could be a long time to wait. We should probably hire someone to keep a watch for us, or see if we can find out more about this brother's preferred trade schedules." </strong><br/>The feline's tail flicks sharply at the air, at least it was only a couple of hired goons which... technically they were now, and a wizard. Wizards? Feh. Bloody useless.<br/><strong>"Do we have anything to guarantee our spot on the stage when we're done with this, Ocean?" </strong>