<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Orc%20Slaves/Tristan_dRagen_Crop.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Aleria</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hall of Reflections<br/><strong>With:</strong>Alone<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Hurt Knee (-1 Con, effect: -1fort, -2max hp), Hp: 7/10, Mage armor (+4ac), Spider venomed (-4str), Light spell (ongoing)<br/><br/>Aleria knelt on the rags, as instructed by the infernal power. As she laid on the floor of this holy structure, she felt sadness. Not for herself, but for the building, as majestetic as this one. Her legs opened by the infernal will, but she felt no lust toward the devil. She felt fear, but the charm she was under made it more natural, like giving herself to her husband.