<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/WW8TxDc.png)<br/><em>Rylie<br/>Magical Magus Girl (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=211312)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>HP</strong>: 23/23    <strong>AP</strong>: 4/4    <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Perception</strong>: -1    <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: -1    <strong>Saves</strong>: +4/+5/+2<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>0 lvl - Detect Magic</li><li>0 lvl - Mage Hand</li><li>0 lvl - Ray of Frost</li><li>1 lvl - Shocking Grasp</li><li>1 lvl - Shocking Grasp</li><li>1 lvl - Color Spray</li></ul></div></div></div><hr/></div><br/>She noticed Fireau jogging back to the rest of them and decided that cutting the chase short must have been the best idea, so she turned back with Fireau to rejoin the others.  "Well I'm sure they heard the shots anyway," she explains while returning back with Fireau.  "They probably figure they're going to be really clever and ambush us when we go down the path...just like they tried to ambush us when we showed up," she added with a little snicker.<br/><br/>Coming back to the rest of the group she noticed how Vanessa was handling the Orc Futa that had only been knocked unconscious.  Rylie nibbled at her bottom lip for a handful of reasons, not least of which due to the provocative display that Vanessa was putting on.  "Careful Nessa-chan," she cautioned the lusty amazonian gunslinger, though she seemed to still be in control of the situation as long as her libido didn't overpower her.<br/><br/>"No name, huh?  We could call her Jade," she suggested, while leaning over slightly to watch the orc and Vanessa a little more closely.  She instinctively ran her tongue over her bottom lip briefly.