<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/43052a46-e56f-4271-a472-7d0ac0c91af8_zps5d053787.jpg)</div><strong>Nestor</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1120567)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>AC:</strong>18 / touch 10 / ff 18<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +3, Reflex +0, Will +3<strong>Init:</strong>+4<br/><br/><hr/><br/>From the amount that Nestor drank at the Tooth and Hookah, one might have expected him to remain unconscious for the entirety of the day - but he was up among the earliest-rising, showing no apparent ill effect from the libations of the previous evening.<br/><br/>He was mostly silent during the trek through the necropolis, at least until they arrived at their destination. "The Dawnflower smiles upon us," he murmured to himself. "A fitting place to carry out Her work. Behold, the emissaries of light have returned, to cleanse your filth in blood and fire, and set your souls free on their final journey!" His voice boomed louder and louder, his shield raised high with the Dawnflower's emblem on it, as he delivered his sermon to... nobody in particular it seemed, unless the dead could hear him.<br/><br/>"What do they say?" he asked in a more normal voice, gesturing towards the glyphs on the doors of the mausoleum, setting his shield back down on the ground with a dust-kicking-up thud. "Pay your respects to the dead in this place? Keep out, grave robbers? Urgathoa is a saggy-titted bitch?"