<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tari Gravante (Swashbuckler 5/Bard 1)</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:      45/45      AC:   21<br/>TAB:      +11      AC(Touch:   15<br/>Range:      +8      AC (flatfoot):   16<br/>Panache:   7/7      Fort: +3<br/>Init:       +7      Reflex: +10<br/>Charmed Life:   3/3      Will: +3<br/>Archeologist Luck: 7/7 per day<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spell Like Abilities (1x day)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Create Water, Purify Food and Drink, Detect Magic, Recharge Innate Magic (1st level)<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bardic Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">0th Level: Daze, Mage Hand, Mend, Resistance<br/>1st Level: Expedicious Retreat, Identify,  (2 spells a day)<br/></div></div>Active Effects:<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Tari tried to hide the relief that she felt at the captain's apparently fit... enough... appearance. Not for the first time, she wished that she had some trick of healing like clerics did, but her talents didn't go that route... "Aye Sir." she responded promptly.<br/><br/>Her eyes settled on a water barrel and stepped closer to it and checked the seals. "Damn." she said at the cracked cask. Without ceremony, she popped the broken lid up and dipped her fingers into the partially filled barrel. She touched her tongue to the wetness and could taste the briny salt water within. She glanced about, no point in advertising things people shouldn't know... or they would all be wanting bathes that night.<br/><br/>The swashbuckler ran a finger along the cracked surface of the container and sang softly under her breath. The captain may know that she could sing like an angel, but she rarely got drunk enough to sing in public these days...<br/><br/>The crack closed under her touch and gray eyes glanced about before she plunged her hand into the barrel's depth and sang softy again; the tainted water turning pure and clean again. She closed her eyes and with a single, substained and breathy note, the barrel filled with water.<br/><br/>She could do most of that several times, but she usually only did such things a little at a time. But, who knew what water might be found and it was better to have it now. She closed the now water tight cover again and stepped back to watch the  sleeping woman under<em>His</em>coat... he hadn't offered it to her when she stood in the storm, hanging for dear life from the foredeck and trying to seal a broached hatch... She let out a slow breath and turned back to the cleanup. Lines needed to be salvage and repaired... sails had to be mended and the deadfall cleared from the deck... not to mention the human shaped hole in the side. It could be the work of several days in a decent dock... hre?