<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/JUc5yAQ.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nessa, Sultani Witch</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 30/30 / <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 13 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 11 / <strong>CMD</strong> 12<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +6 / <strong>Ref</strong> +3 / <strong>Will</strong> +4<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +5 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> +0</div></div><hr/>Fyr looks over the various gathered items, and casts a spell as she concentrates upon the contents. Anything magical glows to her gaze, and idly she sweeps her glance over her newfound allies and soon-to-be companions, from the look of it, curious as to what magical wonders they wield. Satisfied, she goes back to the items they had gathered from within, and takes anything that shines to her sensitive gaze before releasing the spell.<br/><br/>"Dragons better than demons, I say. They can be reasoned with, and bargains can be struck. Demons on the other hand would just as soon tear us apart from feed on our insides," her mouth quirked in distaste as she imagined it. "Better we journey forth to the dragons, I say, and hope that they might guard a portal leading out of this wretched place." She sighs, and looks over her the others, giving them more thoughtful glances as she ponders her next words. "I've heard of Sigil, and the wonders it contains, though never been there myself. My home is a little too..." her fingers travel up her thighs, remembering the warm flames that torrented throughout the Plane of Fire, "warm for most primes--or many others, for that matter," she said mildly, as though she might live in a desert rather than the flame-encrusted lands of the Plane of Fire where everything, literally, was on fire all the time.<br/><br/>"Everything in comparison seems a little cold. It will be a pleasure to be back," she murmured enigmatically, more to herself this time, and her mind wandered elsewhere. Not only to the molten baths and fire saunas where the very air flashed with heat, but also to her own personal mission, and the revenge she still yet needed to carry out. She hoped matters would be stable enough for her to return and kill that... man, if man he could be called. At her thoughts the fire in her eyes glowed more brightly, and tongues of flame licked forth for moments before she returned her thoughts to matters at hand, ready to journey forth.