<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WJK4IzA.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1118177)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>  18/18<br/><strong>Channel Energy:</strong>  5/5<br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>First:</em>  5/5</li></ul></div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Lily Nymphaea<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the road, at an impasse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maxine, Meresiel<br/><hr/><br/>The open slit of her robe that ran along the length of her sternum was lately absent of the cleavage that had been there during their rest at the end of their previous trek.  Now there was the tight studded leather armor visible beneath the white robe in its place.  She hummed pleasantly as they travelled, usually sitting on the wagon so she could have a better vantage to see the various lovely things in the forest.  It wasn't until the sun started casting larger beams of light through the thinning forest that she really seemed energized--or at least more energized than usual.<br/><br/>"Oh, are we stopping?" she asked, as the cart came to a stop, she had obviously not noticed the carnage up ahead.  "Tracking what?" she wondered at Meresiel's question before she eventually noticed the carnage up ahead.<br/><br/>"Oh no!  I hope they're alright!" she exclaimed before hopping from her seat on the wagon and hurrying over to the hurt barbarians and horses with her quarterstaff in hand.