<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/z/b/4/H/zb4H/pfdf1tn.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Pantea Artemisia</span></em><br/>HP 52 (Current HP 52)  AC 21</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9085)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Town of Hurlin</strong></sup><br/><br/>Pantea seethed inside at the chaos of destruction that litters the town.   Slowly she clench her hands into fists.   Arcs of lightning sparked crackling in small arcs around her fists.   An as slow as she clenched her hands into fists, she open then and stretched out her fingers in repeated fashion.   At first she doesn't hear the paladins words.   Then slowly in registers in her mind that he indeed has said something.   She would not look to him.   Fear of seeing the girl.  An right now the girl did not deserve her wrath over what has happened.   She instead would slowly nod as she answered and looked to Cyrus.<br/><br/><em>"I don't think it is need for this.   However, it is a good idea so this is not a place of starting another type of plague spreading across the land."   </em><br/><br/>