<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Ilmlim</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=329381)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>119/119<br/><strong>AC:</strong>21 (flat 17, touch 14)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Disguise 35 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32086), Blindsight 60ft, invisible to darkvision<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Hallway Leading to Dining Hall on the Third Floor/8:30 a.m./Glib'lith/Lird'yl/Elvas'thrae</strong><br/><br/>Ilmlim could see the imp clear as day when he flew over head. He wouldn't make a good infiltrator if something as simple as that could go unnoticed. He stalked after the imp, with his kukris drawn. He had no information that the imp was hostile to the house. For all he knew it was the new house mage's pet he had heard about. Never the less he didn't know the imp and followed the tricky little devil into the dining hall where the matron just happened to be. He kept his guard up behind the imp. With his two blades drawn he was ready to slice the devil's head off at the word of the matron.