<div class="floatright">(http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg608/ysariel66/46465F55-0140-4F52-B81C-019DB9C0B408.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Fey</span>(Barbarian 1)<br/>[Character sheet] (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1006180)<br/>HP: 14<br/>AC: 14 (Touch 12, Flat-footed 12)<br/>Condition: Normal<br/><br/>Whirling Frenzy: 1/1<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attacks/weapons</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Glaive</strong> +4 (1d10+4, x3)<br/><strong>Dagger</strong> +4 (1d4+3, 19-20 x2)<br/><strong>Spiked Gauntlet</strong> +4 (1d4+3, x2)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Skills</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tumble 4 (+6)<br/>Climb 4 (+7)<br/>Jump 4 (+7)<br/>Swim 4 (+7)<br/>Listen 2 (+1)<br/>Spot 2 (+1)<br/>Hide 2 (+4)<br/>Move Silently 2 (+4)<br/>Bluff 2 (+1)<br/>Diplomacy 2 (+1)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Abilities</div><div class="spoiler_body">STR: 16 (+3)<br/>DEX: 14 (+2)<br/>CON: 14 (+2)<br/>INT: 14 (+2)<br/>WIS: 8 (-1)<br/>CHA: 8 (-1)<br/>APR: 14 (+2)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Saves</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fortitude: 4<br/>Reflex: 2<br/>Will: -1<br/></div></div><hr/><br/><br/>"C'mon, Mara! Make him get off my seat!" she pleads the barmaid, although there's a smile on her lips and a playful, lighthearted quality to her begging. "I'm Fey, you know me, I'm a regular, and I always sit here," she adds with her most winsome smile.<br/><br/>The two women are a striking contrast. They're nearly the same age, but Mara in her beautiful dress was a more grown-up, classy kind of sexy next to Fey innocently prancing around without a care in less clothes than most women wore as undergarments.<br/><br/>Here, Fey spies a beautiful silver-haired woman take the last empty seat by the fireplace and her eyes light up. She folds her arms, rests her elbows on the back of the contested chair and gives Mara a sideways look. "What, do you want me to sit in his lap instead?"<br/><br/>She snorts back a giggle, although for anyone who knows her, it won't be the first time Fey's flirted her way into trouble.