<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Morrigan_concept_icon.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Desh Swaileh</span></strong><br/>HP: 26/26, AC 22, Init +3, Saves 4/5/9<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13979)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>While she had prepared her nerves for the pending meeting with some undead overlord, Desh could not have steeled her mind from the sight of their master.  The talking mass of sentient worms was by far the most aberrant things she had ever encountered and her silver tongue faltered for the few moments it took for her mind to accept such a creature.  Fortunately, Marcus had stepped up to represent them during that small window; she was not sure if he had sensed her hesitation or simply acted on his own accord.<br/><br/>With free passage granted, Desh could think of only one thing worthwhile to add to the conversation.  “Thank you for your understanding.”  She said once more with a courteous bow.  “In the interests of ensuring we don’t linger within your realm longer than necessary, any information you may have of the group we seek would be greatly appreciated.  They were a group of four who ventured within this spire for the purpose of translating an ancient script of some kind, though I do not know the specifics of the script they sought.” Desh would rather have not brought the creature’s attention upon herself, but they had just started their mission before encountering resistance and wandering aimlessly through these corridors would only create opportunities for more danger.  Still, she felt it best not to linger in its company for long in the event its patience was not long lived.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Diplomacy 10+12=22<br/></div></div>