<div align="center">(https://images2.imgbox.com/c2/2d/E81IvF8u_o.png) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292158.msg14356151#msg14356151)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/8c/75/768c75175a59367d62f3f06925db3839.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Female Half-Elf Oracle [Divine Herbalist] 6 NG<br/>34 <strong>HP</strong> | 16 <strong>AC</strong> | +0 <strong>Init</strong> | <strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Crispin, Sislas | Open</span></span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">An eclectically armed traveller, accompanied by a copper-coloured guard dog (7 HP) (http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/bestiary/dog.html#dog). She has a tired look about her, and despite having rested there are thickset bags under her eyes. Her hair disguises her pointed Elven ears, but she has made no deliberate attempts to hide her features. Her worn cloak is pulled tightly around her. Vasodel has been quiet for most of the 'morning' and keeps clutching for her holy symbol as the party wait to depart. <br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Equipment</strong></td></tr><tr><td> Traveller's Outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b6/e8/4d/b6e84d50cdc8617773e72af561c6c422.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td>Silver Holy Symobol</td></tr><tr><td>Ring of Protection</td></tr><tr><td>Common Backpack</td></tr><tr><td>Leaf Armour Jerkin</td></tr><tr><td>Holy Adamantine Mace</td></tr><tr><td>Voidglass Heavy Crossbow</td></tr><tr><td>Mithral (Steel) Shield</td></tr><tr><td>Coin Pouch (17 Gold)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Initially she hadn't noticed the pale man, with the head tattoos, sat in the other corner of the coach interior, but when Crispin sparked a light - her attention was immediately drawn towards the other figure. She hadn't really been paying much attention to him outside but the sight of him still gave her a fright. Vasodel jumped slightly in her seat, as if she had been shaken from a slumber. She quickly realised the error of her actions and had to mentally chide herself for being so silly <em>'Next I will be jumping at shadows. I simply must get these nerves of mine under control, especially as we will be at the city before long'.</em> Her shoulders slumped again and she pushed herself back against the hard leather chair, folding her hands into her lap.  In reaction to her shift in mood, her dog sat up quite suddenly, looking up at her as if expecting a command. When his mistress gave him no command, he settled his chin back down on his paws and resumed his watch of the other coach inhabitants, the odd growl rumbling in the back of his throat.<br/><br/>"Ah, forgive me, sir. We weren't introduced?" Vasodel offered a polite smile in the man's direction "But did I overhear something about you being a healer, or some such?" Had that been him? Or was she mishearing things again. Regardless, it was a conversation point "I've come to see what I might do for the sick and injured in the city myself." Her 'formal training' may have extended only so far as the herbalist's hut in her home village, but that wouldn't stop her from doing her best. Probably a small consolation to the people of the city, but Vasodel didn't see any point in sugarcoating things nor lying to herself "Either way, I'm Vas. It's good to meet you."<br/><br/>She then returned her attention to Crispin, and his curious speaking bird "I don't mind the light, but don't you think it might attract unwanted attention from those outside of the coach? The last thing we want to do is be a giant beacon of 'come eat me'." What had started as a joke soured on her tongue. What she had described was a very real possibility and Vasodel had quickly come to the conclusion that the idea of becoming a dinner for some undead being scared her witless.</span></span></div>