<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>8 of 9<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Fatigued (-2 Str & Dex), Mage Armor (+4 AC) with less than a half-hour remaining, Poisoned (-2 Wis), Spider poison (-2 Str), Light (periodically re-cast)<br/>Spells expended: 1 1st-level, 2 Elemental Ray<br/><hr/>Bremorel wasn't at all convinced by Hunter's arguments - surely Hagan would care not at all about the fate of two of Yustissa's underlings - yes, they had information on the High Priest's treachery, but they had no evidence - just a story of how they escaped - if they escaped - the battle at the Spire, when Yustissa's army and the defenders of the Spire just barely prevailed against a deeply-penetrating beastman invasion force.  Or so she imagined the official story - if there was any deception left.  Alternately, Hagan's forces would simply spread out, overwhelming the remaining strongholds of the humans one by one.  It all seemed quite grim if Hagan wasn't stopped here, that much she and Hunter agreed on.  But Hunter apparently thought there was a glimmer of hope now, and Bree thought that glimmer existed later.<br/><br/>In any event, she winced as the wards on the door jolted her in retaliation for her attempt to subvert them, but the little physical pain hardly mattered.  More damaging was the realization that this escape, too, was now closed off.  There was no path but forward.<br/><br/>She moved next to Hunter, then, and stared down into the pool, fatalistically.