<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bremorel image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd396/Shdwrnnr/Fantasy%20Pics/felf_roguefight-2.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)<strong>HP:</strong>9 of 9<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Fatigued (-2 Str & Dex), Blessed (+1 atk, +1 save vs. fear), Mage Armor (+4 AC) for the next hour or so, Poisoned (-2 Wis), Spider poison (-2 Str), Light (periodically re-cast)<br/>Spells expended: 1 1st-level, 2 Elemental Ray<br/><hr/>Bremorel accepted Yustissa's hand gratefully, coming dripping out of the water again, then moving to a patch of corridor without spider corpses and flopping down, to sit and rest.  It was hard not to stare a little at their Paladin, whose spurning of armour now left her quite near to naked to the eye - the more so as she held the only source of illumination in the area before her, so it was natural to look towards her from the shadows.  There was a metaphor in there, thought Bree, the shadowy figures all around, staring at the near-naked Paladin innocently shining her light in the darkness....<br/><br/>She came to with a jolt.  "Uh... uhmm, I dislike facing new dangers so short-handed, but I don't like the air here, either.  Might it be clearer a little further on?  Lady Paladin..."  Bree cleared her throat  "...are you aware of any area, likely safer, forward from here?  We could advance slowly, cautiously, and the others would soon catch up...."<br/><br/>She hated the thought of getting further from Finna, but was still confident in her Viking's abilities... though that confidence was shaken by the memory of Fin falling, lying motionless with spiders swarming over her... she shivered.<br/>