<div class="floatright">(http://static1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090909074443/dungeons/images/1/12/Female_HalfElf.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nessa, Half-Elf Sorceress</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 8/8 / <strong>Init</strong> +1<br/><strong>AC</strong> 13 / <strong>Touch</strong> 11 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 12 / <strong>CMD</strong> 9<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +1 / <strong>Ref</strong> +1 / <strong>Will</strong> +1<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +0 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> +1</div></div><br/>"It sounds like a terrible way to die..." Nessa murmurs as she bends down near the bodies, examining them or a moment before searching them for anything that might signify who they were or where they came from. A "spore cougher" didn't sound like the kind of thing she wanted to confront, and she could all but imagine her lungs tightening up from whatever spores the thing... coughed up.<br/><br/>At least they had managed to pass the terrible pit--it had given her shivers, being above it, and it had reminded her of a faint fear of heights that still haunted her to this day. At least she wasn't terribly claustrophobic--that would be very bad in an enclosed space like this, walking under thousands of tons of rock just waiting to collapse, pressing in on... Better not to think about it after all.