<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>Streets of Praven</strong></sup><br/><br/>With the nekos becoming increasingly unruly with forming gangs.  Yet being so promiscuous  soon they will  lose their freedoms.   Too dangerous to be left roaming and forming on their own.   That did not bode well,  not with them being infertile for the rest.<br/><br/>Those thoughts continued to run through Pantea's thoughts as she stepped out into the street.    Pausing to let her companions also come out of the inn.    Her gaze traveling either direction down the street, taking in the current happenings along the street at this time.    While she draw the hood of her cloak up over head.  Then pull it close and tie such in front.   A glance skyward is given then.  Once the others come out.  She turn and begin leading the way towards her orders monastery outside of the town.    A day walker,  she though preferred the night.<br/><br/>