<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/Cc75a33c2b5b342708973c14e7c67ed7.jpeg)</div><strong>Kimiko Drakefire</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Current AC:   19<br/>Hit Points:     59/73<br/>Buffs:      False  Life, Mage Armor, Shield.  <br/>Conditions:   None<br/><br/>Claw Uses:      9/9<br/>1st Level Spells:   8/8<br/>2nd Level Spells:   6/5<br/><br/>Staff Charges:   10/9<br/></div></div><br/>Kimiko gave the cat boy across from her a winsome smile.  “Looks like it’s time for some action.”<br/><br/>She chanted quietly and wove magical threads with her fingers, weaving a personal ward that would heal her instantly of the next few wounds.<br/><br/>She leaned out the window and sing-songed, “Mr. Driver, you should step in here for a bit.”<br/><br/>Slipping out of the carriage, she spoke a command word and spun her staff in a circle, leaving behind an invisible disk of force.  Then she walked around to take a look at the tree.  “That looks so horribly heavy.  Whatever shall we do?”  She, too, was affecting an upper class and prim accent.<br/><br/>Then Sekani emerged in all his glory.  Her eyes widened and she felt a thrill of fear and excitement shoot down her spine.  As he tossed the log away, she squealed and clapped, bouncing even more nicely than she had in the carriage by hopping up and down.  “Oh, bravo, Mr. Sekani.”<br/><br/>She’d never addressed him so politely before.<br/>