<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/83xLMDD.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Orlith Belgoria (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14823482#msg14823482)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 32/38<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>:  14/14<strong>Rage</strong>:  2/3<strong>Tagging</strong>: everyone<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>watching entrances/exits<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>perception: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138476)<br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Orlith had prepared to strike the last of the rats down, but before she could think to do so Kayla came rushing in with murderous resolve. Apparently whatever compelled her to the slave's side seemed to guide her sword arm just as compulsively, "Is everyone alright?" she asked, the flames of her blade dying out as her adrenaline wore off. She couldn't help but shake her head as the dark elf came flitting down from the steps, right as rain, eyes glinting as she so casually brought up the last poor souls she had gotten killed on this little endeavor of hers. Shaking her head the Ifritian merely stabbed her sword into the floor and used it as a rest to lean up against, keeping her eyes on the different entrances of the room as well as the burrows the rats had emerged from. They had been hired as guards so guard she did, keeping a watchful eye as the others attended to whatever it was they needed, ignoring her wounds for now, none of them significant enough to warrant attention.