<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/z/b/4/H/zb4H/pfdf1tn.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Pantea Artemisia</span></em><br/>HP 52 (Current HP 52)  AC 21</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9085)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Outside of Praven</strong></sup><br/><br/><em>"I will take middle watch,  I can see fine in the darkness."</em><br/><br/>She would say as the group prepared camp and made a fire.   She let her cloak slip open.   As she watched the other three.   A mild curiousness as she studied them.  Especially the two newcomers.    She also wondered what happen to the others.   With that last thought she would go over to Cyrus.  Who at times seem so intense.    As if he were in deep thought or preoccupied with something else.   She squat down by the magus on her heels   Still letting her cloak open.  An under the cloak she wore her skimpy dancer outfit.<br/><br/><em>"Mind if I join you Cyrus?"</em>She ask him softly as her eyes like a wolf's gleamed in the night,  especially with the reflection of firelight bouncing off those bright blue eyes of hers.