<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Orc%20Slaves/Tristan_dRagen_Crop.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Aleria</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hall of Reflections<br/><strong>With:</strong>Alone<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Hurt Knee (-1 Con, effect: -1fort, -2max hp), Hp: 7/10, Mage armor (+4ac), Spider venomed (-4str), Light spell (ongoing)<br/><br/>She did not even feel angry or bad from the words. The Devil was her friend and in a way those words were truth.<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> "I...we did have an plan.. not my plan, but an bad one. One I voiced was actually an good plan.. but no... my ´friends´ were blinded by our leader.. .and in an sense so was I.."</span></strong><br/><br/>Her eyes trailing to meet Devils gaze<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> "Cooperation? I can offer you an change to stay here, instead of returning where ever you manifested from, if you so choose. I know how to push you back, if thats something you want? And no, I care nothing of my life. It has been ruined already, more ways that one can understand, and to be honest, I was not trying to summon you at all, so you might call yourself lucky or cursed by being here, witch ever suits you more, and why would I need to offer you anything ? I just pointed out the enemy here might want to hurt you, as he wants to hurt me, and if I die, the spell that brought you here might end."</span></strong>