<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Info for DM</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/MiniZaynePic-1.jpg)<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10950)<br/>Perception: +6<br/>AC: 10 (Flat: 10, Touch: 10)<br/>Saves: F:+5, R:+1, Will:+9<br/></div></div><br/>Zayne smiled encouragingly as Marianne stood, demonstrating a surprising resilience for a mage. As he turned to introduce himself as well, he grunted, noticing now that the rush of battle was fading, that the repeated strikes around his crotch were blossoming into some uncomfortable bruises. His staggering step, and the defensive hand put over his nethers as the pain shot up betrayed the source, but he bit it back in to a bit into a small smile at Marianne as he stepped away.<br/><br/>"Zayne Redspire, priest of Haedrig the Craftsman. A pleasure to meet you all." as best he could, the older human sketched out a symbol in the air in praise of his deity. "If we are willing to wait, I can purify food and drink once I have these damnable bindings brok-" he stopped as he saw Iki take the first bite, grimacing in response. Given the hunger he felt deep in his stomach, he understood the desire to test the food. As the only healer among them, he moved in closer to Iki, keeping a careful eye on him, ready to assist if the food was indeed poisonous.