<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/samedibust.jpg)</div><strong>Samedi Métayer</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13577)<br/><strong>HP: </strong>12/19<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Touch: </strong>12<strong>Flat:</strong>13<strong>Rage: </strong>3/10<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As soon as Samedi laid eyes upon the red man, quitr possibly the demon or devil the others had spoken of not too long ago... she felt herself wondering why the shaman and the story teller had ever warned against such beautiful creatures? The barbarian was quick to take notice of a change in herself, as a rager she had some amount of control over her own physical prowess, able to increase what her muscles could do for short periods of time. She noticed her pulse race as Red (as she was referring to hiim now, not knowing his actual name) spoke to her, wishing to guide her away from this place, felt a slight quikening of her breath.<br/><br/>When Hunter spoke of being the first to take the generous man up on his offer, Samedi stepped towards her,<br/>"Why not let me go first?" she asked, thinking that doing so would show Red that she trusted him and gain his favour, "Or at least go along with you... best not to go alone after all, even if you're promised safety."