<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/ScreenShot2013-10-26at91335PM_zps7019e399.png)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Lysia Wayfinder</strong></span><br/>Wizard 1 (Admixture School) Female Tiefling (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=694831)<br/><br/>The first thing she could recall after losing her senses in the fall was a disapointedly family sound. The sound of someone calling for her to be killed. Lysia opened her golden eyes as she groaned.<br/><br/>"Though at this moment, I might count that a favor, I would ask that you don't kill me yet. I'm not in fact a DEMON, but merely demon-blooded." She said with common with a Qadiran accent, common among the followers of the Dawnflower, which fit in with her tabard of the dawnflower.  She turned her eyes to Zantras as he hurled charges at her.<br/><br/>"I am Lysia Wayfinder, recent student of the Pathfinder Wizard Cindrana Longpath, and like her a tiefling you IDIOT. I was in the ranks of the Dawnflower faithful, ready to receive my commsion as a battle mage before Terendelev herself." She spotted the spider and looked to the man eager to cut her down.<br/><br/>"Think perhaps you should worry about that thing? If you like I'll wait here or I can aid with spells but I don't want you thinking I'm casting them at you." Clearly the Teifling's tongue is a sharp thing. Or simply she didn't think a threat was the best thing to hear upon waking.