<strong>Location: Ghetto of Scholars</strong><br/><strong>Time: Morning</strong><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Janafae Llaeloth</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=351159)<br/><strong>HP</strong>153/153<br/><strong>AC</strong>27; Touch 10; Flat-footed 27<br/><strong>Status</strong>Golden Barding (Zekolyn, +8 Armor), Greater One Mind (Janafae and Zekolyn, +4 Listen and Spot, +2 Attack and Melee Damage), Greater Magic Weapon (+2 Lance); 20 hours.  Haste (+1 attack, AC and Ref saves, +30 ft all move speeds, 1 extra attack in Full Attack as full BAB), 6 rounds.<br/><strong>Condition</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Thanks to her partner's keen senses, Janafae was alerted when the imp came winging back down to the lower level.  Everyone else, it seemed, had pulled back out for the moment, and with the magical darkness still cutting off all vision in the room, it was little wonder why.  Still, she herself saw little point in going back up, not when she would simply have to travel back down into the darkness once again, and so, when the imp returned, she had a question for it.<br/><br/>"So, what's the plan?"