<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bree Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/298/f/d/elf_by_flexdreams-d6rrmg9.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)     <strong>HP:</strong> 11 of 11 (-5 nonlethal)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Mage Armor (+4 AC, total <strong>16</strong>) with ~1 h remaining, Light (periodically re-cast)<br/>Spells expended: 5 of 5 1st-level, 5 of 6 Elemental Ray     Carrying box of healing salve, 7 of 30 doses left<br/>Carrying loot: A divine scroll of bless (CL 1st) and a divine scroll of searing light (cl 5th), an empty scroll case, Dream Journal and untitled, wrapped book<br/></div></div><br/>"Not a bad idea, Hunter.  Or drop them in the pool, perhaps."  Bree looked over from where she had been unsuccessfully coaxing Aleria's familiar, seeing the other girls (all, hopefully?) grabbing weapons and disposing of them.  "But now let's get going.  There should be nobody ahead of us - there's no connection from the last chamber to the rest of the Spire, so we just have to hope the zombies have moved away."<br/><br/>The half-elf led the way at a trot, intending to get through the room where she'd discarded her old clothes - still too damp and smelly to consider retrieving - and down the long staircase where death may or may not await them.<br/>