<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Morrigan_concept_icon.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Desh Swaileh</span></strong><br/>HP: 26/26, AC 22, Init +3, Saves 4/5/9<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13979)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Desh could only watch the carnage below as the bugbears and gnolls were locked in brutal combat.  She knew not why the two forces fought, but found herself thankful not to be in the middle of it and did the best she could to keep it that way.  Of course, fate proved to be a cruel mistress in this place as the only routes before them consisted of travelling through where either army originated from.  Before she could give much consideration to their options to voice her opinion, something sprung at them from nowhere and the changeling let out a reflexive yelp of surprise as she drew forth her crossbow.<br/><br/>Her wits proved quicker than her trigger finger as she realized the threat was not one of the various monstrosities she had encountered up to this point.  Desh quickly pointed her weapon elsewhere with a gasping sigh to help cut the edge of the adrenaline coursing through her lest she accidently harms him.  ”Hell might have been a substantially better destination than this, but I’m sure you’ll come to that conclusion soon enough on your own.  I have no problem in you joining up with us so long as you promise not to jump out at me like that again.  You came damn close to getting a bolt to the chest and the next time I’ll likely follow through with the attempt out of spite if nothing else.”  She punctuated that final remark with a playful smile to reassure Dellim that she was mostly kidding.  “I am Desh by the way.”<br/><br/>The sudden interruption by the tortured howl drew Desh’s attention to the direction of its source.  “Well, on that note I am voting for going through Bugbear Way.  Do we have an accord?”