<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/Wise_Woman%27s_Apprentice.jpg)<br/><em>Marissa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=221374.msg10880298#msg10880298)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Human   <strong>Class:</strong> Arcanist (Blade Adept)|Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 12/12  <strong>AC:</strong> 12 <strong>CMB </strong>+1; <strong>CMD </strong>13 <br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +2<br/><strong>Str </strong>10, <strong>Dex </strong>14, <strong>Con </strong>12, <strong>Int </strong>16, <strong>Wis </strong>10, <strong>Cha </strong>12<br/><strong>Arcane Reservoire:</strong> 4/4 <strong>Panache:</strong> 4/4<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +4 <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +4 <strong> Saves:</strong> +1/+4/+2 <br/><strong>Attack:</strong>: dagger +1 (1d4/19-20)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>  None</div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>0 (at will):</strong> detect magic, ghost sound (DC 13), mage hand, prestidigitation<br/><strong> 1st:</strong> mage armor, color spray<br/></div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Corruption/Transformations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pure Human, baby.</div></div><hr/></div><br/>Marissa glanced from one of her new companions to the other and briefly rubbed her temples. A myriad of replies churned in her mind -- between the fact that she had already told Saphirr not to lick anything further, Canin throwing ridiculous accusations at her and how the green-skinned woman had just stood and refused to at least try to help before, she had had about enough of the half-orc for the day and had a good mind to tell her exactly what her thoughts were right now -- but she forced them down . This wasn't the place for it.<br/><br/>When Canin suddenly stopped, though, Marissa stared at her with a puzzled expression. Her clothes were sturdy and she wasn't even particularly cold now that she had dried them. The half-orc was the one who still wore damp clothes. Her eyebrow shot high. "Keep it," she snapped back despite the insistence for her not to argue.  "Maybe you'll find your manners in one of those pockets." She shook her head. "Great, one's crazy, the other mean and we're stuck here. Let's just go."<br/><br/>The upset champion tightened the grip on her dagger and hastened her pace. They didn't really know where they were, but she knew that searching for an exit was the first priority -- the path ahead seemed the broadest, so chances were that following it would at least give them a better idea of the layout of the place. The path to the right, at a quick glance, looked like it had quite a few turns of its own. Best to keep things simple for now: Marissa began heading down the straight path, eyes and ears alert.