<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f1ygZTS.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Razi Fortune<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl: 4 Race: Tiefling Gender: Female Class: Scaled Fist/Bard</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>34/34<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20 (Flat: 15, Touch: 20)<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+4<br/><hr/><br/>"No need for that, Varien. If we run into any beasties I'll want to be on the ground so I can move quickly, at least for the time being."<br/><br/>Well, this certainly wasn't an auspicious start to Razi's rise to greatness, now was it? It was a miracle none of the adventurers she'd grabbed had cracked their skulls open as well. It was clear that morale had taken a hell of a hit, so as she surveyed the survivors she nodded to herself. The bard let out a short whistle, before motioning above her head in a circle.<br/><br/>"Hold up! Listen up lads and ladies, we're not leaving the rest of the sailors in the lurch here. Yamyra, get ready for healin' duty! Everyone else, we're double and triple-checking for survivors. Nobody gets left behind, got me?"<br/><br/>Turning to Mr. Hennig, she bobbed her head to the man.<br/><br/>"Did Lord Sewell have any requests for if he passed during a voyage? Did he want to be buried at land, or at sea, or by fire? Him and the others got us here so I wanna do right by them in the end."<br/><br/>If it wasn't clear that Razi wasn't a born noble, then it certainly was now, since she appeared genuinely concerned about the fate of the sailors. She was still a soggy half-naked tiefling, but hey, at least she was acting right.<br/><br/><hr/>