<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>Outside of Praven</strong></sup><br/><br/>The last four days had been uneventful for the group.   The glares of indignation from  Ceara did not  bother Pantea.   No what did bother her is the way Cyrus had looked at their companion now inflected.    That with the fact  she worried about the paladin growing weak also.      She surmised that the real danger is the moronic males that could not keep their dicks out of the kitty girls.   Passing on this plague indirectly from going from inflected kitty girl and then to unaffected.<br/><br/>Seeing the town as the group pauses.     Ceara gives her and Cyrus a note.  So they could pick her up some supplies.    Pantea who has said not much since the morning of the first change to the girl gives a nod of ok.      The thoughs on the guys and not keeping their selves in check.    Made her think of picking up a garrotte.   If she have to she castrate both of them.<br/><br/>Thou it be a shamed with  Cyrus.<br/><br/>With that last thought she would start heading into town.<br/><br/><br/>