<div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/concept19_zps397cb26a.jpg)</div><strong>Jahtera</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=770061)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Day 8 'The Camp'</strong></span><br/><br/>Jahtera had helped with the sick and wounded. Offering a bit of hard sweet candy to each as her smile and soothing touch helped ease them as magic was used to cure them. As Anton, the 'thing' and the others gathered around the other 'thing' she took a position to observe and be of aid as needed. Her eyes narrow at the exchange between the Oracle and the Undead Paladin and as Vaelor faltered in his angry stride a great Lion would step in his path and beside him stood Jahtera. Her hazel eyes were cold and hard as she looked up at the leathery face of the undead. Her voice was soft but had iron in the tone,<em>"You have given me no reason to trust you and when you interfer and try to help other undead it just makes me desire too see you turned to ash and spread over the woods. Keep that in mind the next time you interfer with what the 'LIVING' are doing"</em><br/><br/>Jahtera stepped to one side but kept her eyes on the 'Paladin' as the lion stepped to the other. Finally she turned to the Tieflings,<em>"Please forgive me for not having spoken much with either of you. Just be aware that should you need some aid I would be happy to help. And Nsia I would love to discus your potions and alchemy...I know very little on the subject just a few herbal remedies we druids know that sometimes works."</em>