<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/CZgiyGz.jpg)<br/><em>Nyag'thon<br/>the Gnawing Whisper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=229615.msg11276052#msg11276052)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>HP</strong>: 320/320    <strong>AC:</strong> 36<br/><strong>Spot/Listen</strong>: +15/+20    <strong>Sense Motive</strong>: +17    <strong>Saves</strong>: +28/+23/+21<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/></div><hr/></div><br/><em>"Does an arm need a treaty with the foot?"</em>she seems to wonder while clearing a small section of the table for her to sit upon, crossing one leg over the other as some kind of learned behavior.<em>"The eyes see the ripe, beating meat,"</em>she continues while her pale red eyes sweep the room absently,<em>"and the hand reaches out to grasp it...the arm yanks it free...the mouth devours."</em>Her grin spreads to reveal those shark teeth once more before her tongue extends to lick her lips briefly.<em>"And what does the foot care of the strength of the hand?  They are the same whole and only enhance one another,"</em>she adds finally.<br/><br/>Her sapphire eyes catch Pretty-Boy for a moment after he's spoken and she continues to grin.<em>"We agree to the idea of a mutual pact--to aid one another.  But what of terms?"</em>She looks over the other arrivals, the three mercenaries, examining them closely like someone examining goods that were on sale, appraising them carefully in ways that were not entirely reassuring.