<div class="floatleft">(http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Nimeda-CloseUp.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Nimeda Massak</strong><br/><em>Human Inquisitor of Gorum</em><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lorrimor Residence<br/><strong>Stats</strong>:<em>HP</em>:13/13 |<em>Init</em>: +4<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nimeda, sipping at her own mug of hot liquid, eyed the Kobold as she gave her long speech.  As she had been taught, Kobolds were little creatures that you killed because they were for the most part evil.  She had never actually killed one.  That one was sitting here amongst these others, and actually talking was kind of amusing.  It made her wonder if perhaps her own impression of the creature was just an echo of that prejudiced bastard Tanarak who raised her.  No doubt that he would have tried to lop the head off of the Kobold yesterday.<br/><br/>Still, she listened to the Kobolds speech.  She shrugged at being called a Holy Warrior.  That description probably fit better than any other.  Reckless though?  Senthanatrix' reckless comment might have been directed at her but Nimeda wasn't sure.  Or maybe she just heard wrong.  Or maybe her attention had started to drift with the length of Sens speech.  The little creature was sure long winded.<br/><br/>Nimeda took a sip of her drink before looking over at Caladrel.  "I'm not sure if the Priest could be considered odd.  Well, maybe.  A Pharasman who wasn't interested in clearing out Harrowstone?  That struck me as odd but maybe the old priest is just eccentric.  He didn't seem too anxious to give us a hand either.  Maybe there is something there, but we would need to investigate further and that would take time away from dealing with Harrowstone."<br/><br/>Walking around the table and looking at the maps that the Sheriff had laid out, Nimeda stopped behind Quentan and took a sip of her drink.  "I like Quentans idea of scouting out the prison.  Can't hurt to get some idea of where we're going to be venturing into."