<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/z/b/4/H/zb4H/pfdf1tn.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Pantea Artemisia</span></em><br/>HP 52 (Current HP 52)  AC 21</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9085)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Inn, Praven</strong></sup><br/><br/>Pantea reaches for her drink, taking the cup in hand she would bring it up for a drink.    Her lush full poutie lips purse seductively over the rim of the cup as she tilts it and takes a long deep drink from it.    Her bright blue eyes look from one companion then to the other.    Finishing with the long deep drink she bring down the cup and set it down on the table again.   With just little over quarter of the contents left in it.<br/><br/><em>"Well if you two are ready,  lets head now to the monastery." </em><br/><br/>As she speaks, rises up from the table.   She also take a hold of the cup again.   Finishing off the rest of the drink.   Setting once again the cup back to the table, this time empty.    She look to the two companions.     As her cloak hangs open and what she wears underneath is much more evident with her standing.   The skimpy dancers outfit.    Which exposed more flesh then covering.   Almost as how most of the nekos are dressing.<br/><br/>After glancing one final time to her companions.    Pantea turns and starts to head out of the inn.<br/><br/>