<div class="floatright">(http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv313/mikekannard/Tiefling_Female.jpg)</div>Name: Cindrana Longpath     Class: Wizard (Admixture) 11<br/>Race: Tiefling Sex: Female<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC: 22/14/19   HP:: 99 Saves: F:+7/R:+7/W:+9</div></div><br/>Location: Tattered Flag, Augustana, Andorran<br/><br/>Cindrana waved a hand, drying the note with a cantrip, as she once again handed her companion the bundle and Rippy Wimple fluttered off to deliver the letters she'd been writing. The Pathfinder, as her new companions had discoverer, was a veritable font of information.  Her yellow eyes glowed under her hood for moments as she considered the note and what the boy said.<br/><br/>"I can think of at least one good reason , Nessessa, to investigate." She said in her lilting variant accent as she her mug (and her familiars drink); flashing her tattoo of a sihedron rune engulfed in flame. Prior to the encounter with the necromaner, the tattoo had moved but some magic she had used had left it still brilliant but unmoving. "He said the herbalist knew of us being here a week ago. A week ago, we were just making ready to assault our fallen foe. That smacks of<em>prophecy</em>and there has been damn little of that since Aoreden's death."<br/>