<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:   21<br/>TAB:      +11      AC(Touch:   15<br/>Range:      +9      AC (flatfoot):   16<br/>Panache:   7/7      Fort: +2<br/>Init:       +7      Reflex: +9<br/>Charmed Life:   3/3      Will: +5<br/>Active Effects:<br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Lydia had let the subject drop; the reasons for decisions and the rationals behind them not withstanding, she really had little care for them. Image was important and as for herself, she could walk faster than a pair of trotting plow horses.<br/><br/>The sensation of the vialness of the place had her on edge and without thought, she drew her blade and held it close to her side... it would seem that her picked up pace wouldn't have her in the lead as intended, but sometimes, that's for the best, she supposed. "Feels like a sewer in the air." she said to herself as she strolled along on her own two good feet.<br/><br/>When the mist parted to show two waiting... things... her eyes immediately began to scan for more and her blade came up into a defensive position.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Init: 16<br/>Perception: 20<br/><br/>Holding Action to see how this developes. Please PM me if she's attacked and I'll roll a parry.<br/></div></div><br/>"Wonderful, a greeting party, how sweet." She said gailey