<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lydia Lovelady (Swashbuckler 2/Bard 1)</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:      52/52      AC:   20<br/>TAB:      +11      AC(Touch:   15<br/>Range:      +8      AC (flatfoot):   15<br/>Panache:   6/7      Fort: +2<br/>Init:       +7      Reflex: +9<br/>Charmed Life:   2/3      Will: +5<br/>Archeologist’s Luck:   6/7<br/>Active Effects:<br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Lydia laughed softly and leaned close to Yvane's ear "Michael is a love 'em and Leave 'em sort of guy." She grinned and winked at Michael "But He's generally worth the love 'em part, if you haven't found out yet."<br/><br/>Lydia looked back to the knight and spell slinger with the need to repeat everything, "My party received a letter requesting aid to rescue a child, a daughter, but we haven't met with the gentleman yet... but being the heroes that we are, we raced here via carriage and immediately encountered a ghoul and a number of other undead within a few yards of the town proper."<br/><br/>She nodded to the three companions who offered to remain behind, "Take care and watch each other's back, the one with the fewest kills by morning buys the drinks."<br/><br/>The Swashbuckler bard gave her old friend another quick squeeze and eyed Michael up and down, "You're looking good these days Michael, how have you been?" Her tone was neutral, but in spite of herself, there were undertones of concern all the same.