<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/64a2498f8f357fcb64ca8ebeaf34627a/jikpxzj/dCTmxz1ld/tumblr_static_yasuo_headshot_3.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large-5/dream-crow-j-ferwerda.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ramza, Half-elf Mageknight</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 48/48 / <strong>Init</strong> +5<br/><strong>AC</strong> 21 / <strong>Touch</strong> 16 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 16 / <strong>CMD</strong> 16<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +11 / <strong>Ref</strong> +12 / <strong>Will</strong> +13<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +6 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nell, Raven Familiar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 24/24 / <strong>Init</strong> +2<br/><strong>AC</strong> 16 / <strong>Touch</strong> 14 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 14 / <strong>CMD</strong> 9<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +3 / <strong>Ref</strong> +4 / <strong>Will</strong> +10<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +14 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> +2</div></div><hr/>Ramza was long-used to days of walking in the wilderness from his treks accompanying Mylla when she wandered throughout the world putting wrongs to right, meaning the need to walk more did not precisely frighten him... though something else filled him with trepidation. The unknown waited before him, and the gods only knew what kind of monsters might lurk beneath the canopy which laid heavy against the sky. Still, there was nothing for it--after all, if they did nothing, it would simply mean staying here until another was ready to change their fortune, for good or for ill... and he had a suspicion that strangers were not precisely the most benevolent in these parts, especially when simply wandering through.<br/><br/>Illoryn's words brought him out of his reverie and he blinked in surprise at her words, face impassive behind the stone mask before nodding. He supposed that this was just as an important part of handling the job as the fighting was, and if he wanted to become one of the Free Companions officially, he would need to show his worth on this mission. At the mention of food and water, he nodded and answered, "Water won't be a problem," with self-assurance and made a gesture that left no question as to how he was so sure of his words.<br/><br/>He was unsure how much the others knew of his mixture of martial, arcane, and divine abilities. He had carried his daggers and two-handed sword openly and wore minimal armor which might make others take him for some kind of barbarian, yet the aura about him and the way he spoke and carried himself almost assuredly meant he was a paladin. Yet it was also fairly common knowledge among those who knew of arcane matters that it was the priest who had access to the constant creation of water...<br/><br/>To add to that strangeness, he spoke up once more in the wake of Tassil's words. "I also have some skill at healing," he nodded. "Though try not to lose a hand or leg," came Nell's mocking words from high above, "He's not<em>that</em>good." Ramza turned a little red at those words and scowled up at the bird, though both his color and expression were hidden by the mask he wore.