<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/6d57e73b02646b03f622ecd6cc7d580b_zps2yt1wguv.jpg)</div><strong>Alfy</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1120567)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>normal, wearing cloak with hood drawn up<br/><strong>HP:</strong>33/33<strong>AC:</strong>17 / touch 14 / ff 13<strong>CMD:</strong>19 / FCMD 15<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +4, Reflex +7, Will +2<strong>Init:</strong>+6<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The tall slender figure, wrapped in a cloak with a hood drawn up over her head, looked at the orc, her eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood. Though her figure was obscured by the cloak around her body, her gait was feminine, and her body language was tense at the sight of orc and human coexisting, peacefully even, in this place.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intelligence check</div><div class="spoiler_body">6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74469)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Alfy had heard of the xenophobia of the Shadow Marches, but until she experienced it for herself she hadn't known it was this bad. She cast a sidewards glance at a similarly cloaked traveler, no doubt another adventurer drawn by the call. Too civil, too polite to the maggoty scum of an orc, more than his deserved in their short, miserable lifetime.<br/><br/>"You're in the way, pig. Move aside, or get ready to squeal like a dying hog." That was directed at the orc, of course.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidate</div><div class="spoiler_body">4 (natural 1!)  :-( (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74470)<br/></div></div>