<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/z/b/4/H/zb4H/pfdf1tn.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Pantea Artemisia</span></em><br/>HP 52 (Current HP 52)  AC 21</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9085)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Outside of Praven</strong></sup><br/><br/><br/>Caught in the rush that forced their way through the gate.   Pantea finds herself along with her companions also outside the gate.   The magnus had been right,  her little impetus in throwing out the bluff had not worked but triggered the stampede.   Looking over to Gra'ak  as he throws out a greeting.<br/><br/><em>"The guards should have shot the front,  they were likely the ringleaders.   Now you have hundreds that are lost."</em>She say to no one in particular.   With this event now firmly cementing in her mind these neko infected are a plague and worthless.   Like any plague you cut out the bad parts.<br/><br/><em>"Were heading to the monastery we've been charged with finding out the reason behind this mass infliction.     </em>