<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/samedibust.jpg)</div><strong>Samedi Métayer</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13577)<br/><strong>HP: </strong>4/19<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Touch: </strong>12<strong>Flat:</strong>13<strong>Rage: </strong>4/10<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Bree applied the balm to the Barbarian's wounds, the stinging sensation in her exposed flesh was enough to coax her hack to the waking world, not that it was a pleasant awakening, after all while the balm aided in healing her wounds, the application process involved someone touching her where she currently hurt the most.<br/><br/>As her eyes shot open, she made a seething noise through gritted teeth, consciously avoiding screaming from the pain she was currently in, her hand reflexively tightening on the handle of her nearby axe. The first sight she saw as she awoke was not the enemy looming over her as she had originally thought due to her pitiful performance against the shaman and his accomplice, but rather slain greenskins slumped all about the room.<br/><br/><strong>"I take it you found victory,"</strong>she said to no one in particular as she unsteadily rose to her feet and removed her stag-horned helm, permitting her blonde hair a little freedom,<strong>"I can't believe  I let them overwhelm me like that... Like a young upstart on their first hunt."</strong>