<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bree Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/298/f/d/elf_by_flexdreams-d6rrmg9.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)     <strong>HP:</strong> 11 of 11 (-5 nonlethal)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Mage Armor (+4 AC, total <strong>16</strong>) with ~1 h remaining, Light (periodically re-cast)<br/>Spells expended: 5 of 5 1st-level, 5 of 6 Elemental Ray<br/>Carrying loot: A divine scroll of bless (CL 1st) and a divine scroll of searing light (cl 5th), a scroll case holding nothing, Dream Journal and untitled, wrapped book<br/></div></div><br/>Bremorel kneeled back a little, the salve expended on the mighty warrior.  He was still unconscious, as she'd feared, but at least he was in no immediate danger.  No more than the rest of them, at least.<br/><br/>Noting the gore and grime on her hands, she padded over briefly to the crushed ogre, or one of the other bodies, looking for a cleaner bit of clothing to wipe herself on.  Finding nothing that wouldn't make things worse, she used the very hem of her robe, trying to be careful to confine the mess as low as possible.  She then began cutting loose the filthiest part, working her dagger carefully to make the new hem no more jagged than it needed to be.  As she worked, she spoke.<br/><br/>"If there are no objections I'd rather keep going, though I'll have a hard time even a quarter of that giant.  Still, even moving slowly we might find a way up and out of these tunnels, if they've collapsed like this.  Unless someone things it's safer to wait here for him to wake up?"<br/>