<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>Outside of Praven</strong></sup><br/><br/>The petite dark haired woman would push back her hood.  Revealing once again her shimmering long black hair, that seems to ripple as the fast approaching night sky.    Her rich blue eyes seem to glow with the approaching darkness.    As they traveled to each of her companions as they spoke in turn.   A slight smirk to the comment on predators coming out at night.    Huts or outside is the choice,  a look to the other woman for a moment.   Then she look back to the ranger and his bear.<br/><br/><em>"Perhaps the huts would be better.   Yet either way both hut and fire will draw anyone bold enough to come.  Since you are a man of the woods I will bow to your ultimate decision in regards to this.   Myself and likely Cyrus and Ceara  have not the knowledge to make such a decision as for what is best.   For myself I would prefer a  bed,  in a nice warm cozy inn and  a strapping man between my legs. "</em><br/><br/>She toss out the last  nonchalantly,  as her gaze swept the approaching shadows of darkness.<br/><br/><em>Over there,  a clearing that looks like a good spot."</em><br/>