<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lB240Kg.jpg?)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Penn Teegan</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>18<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=222317)<br/><hr/><br/>With Grant's confession, Penn simply lowers her head and nods softly.  She has seen her share, and one cannot grow up in the streets without one's own shades and specters, following in spite of one's best efforts.  She nods to Grant, then returns to watching the waves as they journey onward.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The climb was refreshing...so much terra firma after a journey of waves is, in fact, a relief to the ground-born girl.  She waits amid the rocks, having intentionally smudged herself with a mixture of the earth and rock-scrapings that stick to her skin and dry a fine powder on her armor, hoping to make herself more difficult to spot.  She rests with her blades by her hands beside her, laying on her belly as if in supplicant prayer... though they've never so much as heard her speak a god's name.<br/><br/>The sight of the Ettin, though, causes her to go wide-eyed at the sheer size of it, and she keeps her breath very soft.  Her only motion-- and only if the wind blows true-- is to gently ease her comrade's faces from sight with a slow, gentle push downwards, just as she lowers herself-- silent as a cat, a soft gray shadow on the gray rocks, not daring to take her eyes from the creature or to risk disturbing even a pebble.<br/><br/>They were going to have to kill that thing... and their only hope was to get it by surprise.<br/><br/>Immediately, she began formulating plans... tripwire, perhaps-- if they could get it to rush the entrance, maybe one could lead it to a trap and hope to send it careening over the edge.  Maybe she could scale up and loose a boulder from overhead.  Failing all that, an army would be nice.<br/><br/>Now that it was out of its den, however, they would have to wait, even to discuss a plan... and Grant was in no shape to take on that beast.  By all the hells, none of them were.<br/><br/><strong>OOC</strong>:<br/>Waiting for it to turn its attention elsewhere so they can formulate a plan.