<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Vish5.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Banhi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303273.msg14812457#msg14812457)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10 |<strong>AC:</strong>15 |<strong>Saves:</strong><em>Fort:</em>2 /<em>Ref:</em>6 /<em>Will:</em>0<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+8 |<strong>Active Effects/Conditions:</strong>|<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>The lean, green, back-stabbing machine moved along in the rear of the party's traveling band, keeping an eye on their six and feeling a bit grumpy over the clouds that blocked the sunlight.  She'd picked up a rough, dark brown cloak when she'd discovered that it was decidedly less warm in Numeria than she was accustomed to.  At the moment it was draped around her slender form in an attempt to hold in her body heat.  She might not be cold-blooded, but she was definitely cold-natured.<br/><br/>As they walked, aside from making certain they couldn't be snuck up on by brigand or beast, she took in the intriguing landscape and houses dotting it.  There weren't many farms where she'd grown up, and the houses were never built of wood.  It would be far too easy for such structures to alight in the dry, desert air and for whole villages to burn as the wind blew embers from one dwelling to the next.  It was bad enough when the nomad tents caught fire, and those were much easier to douse than wood.<br/><br/>As they reached their destination, though, she frowned along with her companions, brow ridges furrowing as her eyes scanned the darkened city.  "This bodes ill for our journey.  Surely they will have information at the nearest tavern...plus, drinks.  I'm parched."  Her sibilant voice was soft, seductive in its own way and surprisingly erudite and cultured for her appearance - and the savagery that often shone in her golden eyes.