<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bree Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/298/f/d/elf_by_flexdreams-d6rrmg9.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)<strong>HP:</strong>11 of 11   + 12 temporary HP (False Life)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Mage Armor (+4 AC) with 2 h remaining, Light (periodically re-cast), Heroism (+2 morale bonus on skill checks, attack and saves)<br/>Spells expended: 2 1st-level, 2 Elemental Ray     Carrying box of healing salve, 29 of 30 doses left<br/><hr/>Bremorel had been holding her breath, expecting trouble at any moment, amazed that she was finally setting foot on this upper level of the Spire.  She looked down the hallway, imagining beastmen charging out of the side doors - imagining Finna behind one of them - but no, there was nothing to be done for her, at least not until Hagan was brought down.  She drew her blade silently.<br/><br/>She looked sidelong at Hunter, then approached the double doors.  Her voice was just a murmur: "in here, you think?  I hope.  If we can open one, softly, and slip in..."<br/>If Hunter seemed agreeable, Bree would put her shoulder against one of the doors, intending to push it just wide enough for the slim rogue to slip through, and then follow.... any opportunity for surprise should not be squandered at this stage.