<div class="floatright">(http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg608/ysariel66/46465F55-0140-4F52-B81C-019DB9C0B408.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Fey</span>(Barbarian 1)<br/>[Character sheet] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1006180)<br/>HP: 14<br/>AC: 12 (Touch 12, Flat-footed 12)<br/>Condition: Normal<br/><br/>Rage: 1/1<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attacks/weapons</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Glaive</strong> +4 (1d10+4, x3)<br/><strong>Dagger</strong> +4 (1d4+3, 19-20 x2)<br/><strong>Spiked Gauntlet</strong> +4 (1d4+3, x2)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Skills</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tumble 4 (+6)<br/>Climb 4 (+7)<br/>Jump 4 (+7)<br/>Swim 4 (+7)<br/>Listen 2 (+1)<br/>Spot 2 (+1)<br/>Hide 2 (+4)<br/>Move Silently 2 (+4)<br/>Bluff 2 (+1)<br/>Diplomacy 2 (+1)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Abilities</div><div class="spoiler_body">STR: 16 (+3)<br/>DEX: 14 (+2)<br/>CON: 14 (+2)<br/>INT: 14 (+2)<br/>WIS: 8 (-1)<br/>CHA: 8 (-1)<br/>APR: 14 (+2)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Saves</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fortitude: 4<br/>Reflex: 2<br/>Will: -1<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>"Hey! My seat!" comes the protest, the instant the robed wizard seats himself before the fire.<br/><br/>A nubile, leather-clad form plants on hand on the chair's back and looks down at its new occupant. The girl accosting him is striking even by the standards of the Yawning Inn's occupants: pointed, fox-like ears, lush curves, toned limbs and a tail peeking out from above the waistband of barely-there shorts. Caramel-colored hair, in loose twin pigtails, trails all the way to her hips.<br/><br/>She is clad in a mismatched outfit of leather pieces sewn together into makeshift armor. There's not much of it, but what little she does wear is very flattering.<br/><br/>"Oh. You're new," the girl observes, green eyes glittering with interest, distracted from the usurping of her seat by the novelty of an unfamiliar face. "Whatcha up to? Going Undermountain?"<br/><br/>She seems remarkably unconcerned for one meddling in the affairs of wizards.