<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/>Pantea would pause respectively as Cyrus turns his attention momentary towards Ceara.   Who seems distressed with what lay out beyond the fire illumination.  The flickering shadows fleeting glimpses given.   Playing tricks and creating a sense of foreboding for the group.<br/><br/><em>"You are correct in what you say my friend.   Although I suspect they are interested in you an our new strapping friend over there.   Through his companion might give pause.   Because of the companion it might keep them at  bay out of fear.   For how long I am not sure.   Best to remain alert  not let on we realize they are out there."</em><br/><br/>While she speaks, Pantea would shed her cloak completely as she lurches forward towards Cyrus.  Moving like a serpent in sensual fluid motion as she flowed towards the magus.   The swell of her breasts fell and swelled with the motion.  As she slid between his legs.   Leaning in her tongue flicks out as she leans to Cyrus right side.   The tip of her tongue teases his earlobe.   Then he feel her warm breath tease against.<br/><br/><em>"I have vast needs my friend would you honor me."</em><br/><br/>Her voluptuous body pressed against his.  She draw her head from the side and her lush full red lips would render a light soft fleeting kiss upon his lips.  Drawing back,  her eyes meet his her gaze holding the plea of her wants.    Cyrus would feel her shiver against him.  Although not from the cold.   But from the beating of his heart, that echoed in her ears.   The thunder of his blood coursing through his veins.<br/><br/>