<div align="center">Azalian Tathos hp 20</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"> (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/e4/7b/65/e47b650a21dd849a4d31e56f3611e11f.jpg)<br/></div><br/>The trek had not been pleasant for Azalian. She did not care to much for the swamp. It did not offer enough cover so she felt a bit exposed. The mud and water made her cloak and boots muddy and wet. She could still hear the faint squish squish squash of water in her boots as she walked into town.<br/><br/>Then after all that sloshing around to get here she was meet by something she hated more then the swamp an orc. She had always had a dislike for there kind. Her hand twitched wanting to grab the bow that was behind her back, but she kept it at her side. There were others talking to the creature, best to wait and see what happens. Besides she was here to help.  Starting a fight as soon as she walked into town would be doing the opposite.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ , abandoneddolly (uid: 14528) rolls: 1d20 Result: 1 + 1=2[ /spoiler]<br/></div></div>