<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/>Penn keeps her blades handy as she sweeps her eyes over to Grant, not accepting his dismissal of his injuries without a careful look to follow.  She places her hand atop his where he is bleeding, encouraging him to keep pressure on the spot as she rummages for anything to provide a relatively clean bandage.  She nods, shrugs gently, and proceeds to work... showing that her concern for a wounded brother far outweighs the task at hand.<br/><br/>Once she's assured that he's in the best shape she can hope for, she glances up to Charna to see if she can do anything else.  And, if he's stable and as comfortable as one can be with a pierced chest, she will follow his instruction and silently board the charred boat for evidence of those bastards responsible, or for anything of use left to salvage.<br/><br/>She moves quickly and carefully, not altogether confident about the water and certainly not anxious to end up proving her inability to swim.  She picks her way below decks, as Charna suggests, scaling along the hull with blades in-hand, listening carefully as she wrinkles her nose against the charred tar-wood and residual swampiness of the former occupants.