<div class="floatright">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/425590/002.JPG?1424032406)</div><strong>Salimah Bahar</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1119801)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +4, Reflex +2, Will +5<strong>Init:</strong>+2<br/><hr/><br/>Salimah's eyes narrowed in anger at Nestor's request; the very idea of being so nonchalantly commanded by a foreigner on her own soil was enough to boil her blood. But her mission and her goddess came before her own pride, and with a deliberate exhale of breath, Salimah let the slight against her slide for the greater good of Osirion. Her hand unenthusiastically extended toward Nestor's shield just as he had asked, a quick gesture and a few words completing his request. "You're welcome." Coating her words to hide her intentions and emotions was a skill she was adept at employing but one she chose not to use in this instance, sarcasm dripping from her words as she spoke to the paladin.<br/><br/>Now that Nestor was taking the lead into the crypt, Salimah hung back and gestured the others toward the opening as she worked to cast a second spell upon her weapon. She would take the rear, content to watch over everyone else as they explored. Those around her may have proven themselves enough to earn her companionship in this tomb but they had yet to earn her trust. Perhaps their behavior in this most sacred of places could change her opinions.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Casting light on Nestor's shield and on the tip of Salimah's spear.</div></div>