<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/dsc00904.jpg)</div>Ionia Tivalt<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">Armor Class:  10<br/>Hit Points:  8<br/>Status Effects:  Nauseated<br/></div></div><br/>Ionia gnawed feebly on a single roll of hard tack, though she wasn’t sure if she could keep it down.  Last night, walking in the night air with Lantis, she figured she had this sour stomach beaten, but now it was back with a maniacal vengeance that almost took her off her feet.<br/><br/>She barely noticed the men who’d ambushed them suffering the harsh side of the Bossun’s tongue and lash.  She offered a few of her allies a wan smile, touched Lantis on the shoulder, then ambled slowly into the kitchen, still gnawing on hard tack.<br/><br/>She cheered just slightly to find Fishguts sober and gave him the best cheery smile she could manage.  “I got the place a bit organized and cleaned up last night, sir.  What’s on our agenda for today?”<br/><br/>She worked slowly and deliberately that day, chatting as amicably as she could with the cook, this time getting a bit more personal than the topic of fine wines and harsh booze that had occupied them the day before.<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">Diplomacy 23<br/>Unless the Nausea is actually -2 instead of -1, in which case it's 22. </div></div>