<strong>Name: Talia of Ashwood</strong><br/><strong>Class: Cleric</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/df/c4/99/dfc49967faa0e3e8871f50354e621224.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Strength</strong>: Arms<strong>Vulnerability</strong>: Head<br/><br/><strong>Willpower</strong>: 25<strong>Defense</strong>: 8<strong>Morale</strong>: 11<br/><br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><strong>Head</strong>:<strong>Arms</strong>:<strong>Legs</strong>:<br/><br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:<br/><br/><hr/>Talia continued to walk after the others, keeping her distance from the elven huntress. She was not much of a fighter at close range, but she kept ready to use her prayers to aid others. If the goddess wills, they would handle anything that lurked here, and by now she was pretty sure something out there was lurking, waiting for them. Something... unnatural. Talia hoped she was wrong, but her instincts were usually right about such things.<br/>She was in the middle of poking yet another bush with her staff, seeking for hidden tripwires as she heard the nobleborn blademaster cry out for someone to come out.<br/><strong>"What is it?"</strong>she asked loudly, warily looking around, coming closer to the others. There was no movement and no danger she could see, yet apparently others have seen something.<strong>"Why do I feel... like we are walking into a trap?"</strong>she said a few moments later to nobody in particular, commenting her own thoughts aloud.