<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/181190.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Piro<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Oracle<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13873)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Piro let out an impressed whistle as he watched the blood steam away from his armor and from the tip of Jia’s spear.<strong>”Now <em>those</em> are some impressive wards.  No wonder she needed us mortals to get the job done.  It would be mighty convenient if we could bind them to our will once we finish the deed here, but something tells me our mistress would have sent further precautions if she thought that were possible.  Either that or would just bide her time until we die of old age or make a mistake that allows her to express her displeasure.”</strong>Despite those words, he still made it a point to see if such a thing were possible.<br/><br/>The rest of the approach to the structure was spent in consideration to the notion of the ward binding, finding the notion of having a bastion of safety within Hell to be a very appealing idea.  Only once they were close enough to make out the details of the building’s ornamentation did Piro come out of his revelry.<strong>”Quaint.”</strong>He said simply with plenty of sarcasm in his tone while looking over the grizzly décor.<strong>”If you ladies would be so kind as to stay within arm’s reach of me, it would be greatly appreciated.  Once the fighting starts I intend to use a bit of magic to provide us some added protection against these fiends, but I’ll need to touch you to do so.  It'll be mostly clinical, I assure you.”</strong>He added with a playful smile.