<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/e52dcd0baddc5003d2d2a5b80040236e/tumblr_njhbzwhPI91ra7k9xo1_540.jpg)</div><strong>Nesha</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1118798)<br/>CG Aasimar (Agathion-Blooded) Cleric 1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/9<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +3, Reflex +2, Will +6<strong>Init:</strong>+2<br/><strong>Spells:</strong>Guidance, Detect Magic, Read Magic | Swallow Your Fear (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/s/swallow-your-fear), Moment of Greatness (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/m/moment-of-greatness), Shield of Faith<br/><hr/><br/>Nesha followed Salimah into the hallway, peering thoughtfully along the hall with a furrowed brow as her gaze briefly brushed across the paintings before coming to rest on the doors at the far end.<strong>"I know that I was wrong about the firesnakes, but this hallway really strikes me as a bad place to bunch up.  Where is his kopesh?  Why's he pointing?  What if there's a stone here that, if you step on it, the doors swing shut behind us and then..."</strong><br/><br/>She stopped and glanced around at all of them, ears rotating backward to flatten against her skull, before she whispers.<strong>"Lava scorpions fall on our heads from the ceiling, or spikes come shooting up through the floor, or the doors at the other end open and suddenly there's like...ten not-quite-dead guys coming in at us and we have to try and fight them in this tiny hallway."</strong>She looked quite concerned about each scenario, gaze shifting to the floor as if scanning for that trigger stone, then darting to the ceiling to keep an eye out for scorpions.  Growing up in the temple had given her plenty of time on her own, without other children to play with, and apparently she'd developed a very vivid, active...and morbid imagination.  It probably had to do with all the ruins she'd played in.