<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/DelverEisa.jpg)<br/><strong>Eisa </strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Human   <strong>Class:</strong> Cleric   <strong>HP</strong>: 17/17<hr/> </div></div><hr/><br/>On one side Phel and Yula were busy dealing with the mounted warriors, on the other Sydney was having fun with a hulking brute on foot... from the sounds of it she was giving him relationship advice? A strange thing to do in the middle of a hostile environment but at least she wasn't being pummelled. In the middle there stood a tall, muscular female desert dweller who Eisa slowly approached with her stave drawn. The female was less likely to get quite as...<em>physical</em>as her male cohorts were. The thought of those big slabs of beef assaulting her made her mocha skin blush and want to hide her face away if not for being in the midst of a skirmish.<br/><br/>"I suppose," she started addressing the female warrior, "since most of the other seem to be doing it I should hit you with my stick? Or maybe you could explain why you're trying to capture us and why you went to the trouble to create this trap."<br/>Eisa smiled towards the female barbarian, "I would prefer the latter m'self, I don't really like hitting people. Miss Sydney and your friend seem to be getting along swimmingly, so why can't we, eh?"