<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 (+2 vs chaos), Init +3, Saves 4/5/9 (+2 vs chaos)<br/>Channels: 4/6, Surges: 3?/5<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13979)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spell List</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><br/><strong>0 -</strong>: Dancing Lights, Daze, Guidance, Touch of Fatigue<br/><strong>1 -</strong>: <del>Cure Light Wounds</del>, Hex Vulnerability, Produce Flame, <del>Protection from Chaos</del>, Color Spray<br/><strong> 2 -</strong>: Cure Moderate Wounds, Aid, Hypnotic Pattern</span></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Desh was surprised to see Marcus approaching from behind his cover to join her, unsure of what the others were planning if anything. Desh would shoot him an approvingly appraising glance in response to Sundafyllir's comment.<strong>"They do seem to have a tendency towards trying their mistress' patience when they get overly comfortable in their station, yes. Fortunately this one seems to have a natural knack for pleasing me and proving his competence; even going beyond what is necessary most times."</strong>Her words would then address Marcus directly, their tone lightheartedly teasing.<strong>"I am quite confident I am not safe here, but that hasn't changed since we first set foot in this demented spire."</strong>Once again her attention would return to the hag with a shrug in Marcus' direction as if to convey her point.<br/><br/><strong>"As much as I would enjoy hearing the tale of your journey as a changeling, I hardly expected you to provide it freely. My question was more of a broad generalization of difficulty during the pursuit of the calling." </strong>All the while she was so intent on discovering what the woman knew that she hadn't even considered what Skin and Dellim were doing. At least until Dellim's resonating voice carried words of power from behind his cover.<strong>"What the bloody Hell is that all about?" </strong>