<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hunter:AC (17) CMD (15) 19/23 HP +3 nonlethal damage, Heroism (+2 skill checks, attacks, and saves)</div></div><br/>Hunter spun around, her hand flying to the hilt of her scimitar as she hears a decidedly unexpected sound behind her. Had enemy reinforcements finally arrived? She's left even more stunned at what she actually witnessed. Her years of piracy and crossdressing had given Hunter a rather...jaundiced view on romantic relationships once she left that life behind. And yet the appearance of this curiously red skinned...man? had served to remind her that she hadn't abandoned certain feelings entirely. Or in less flowery terms Hunter found herself almost preternaturally attracted to this new arrival.<br/><br/>There's a rather embarrassing pause from Hunter where her eyes are quite obviously roaming all over this man before her, but finally his words do sink in and she shakes her head to clear her thoughts with a slight 'oh!' "I...er...beg your pardon. Yes, Alaria is a friend of ours...you say she's alright?" she asks, concerned for her friend, yes, but continually finding her attention drifting back to him...