<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51290.msg2448213#msg2448213">Quote from: Odin on 14-11-2009, 08:56:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_u">Jo'Anne Rhiannon</span></span></span><br/><sub>Cleric-Scout lvl 1   HP 19  Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=163172)</sub><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Jo smoothed down her skirt and not waiting for Kyla to introduce herself she just spoke out of turn and in a nervous voice, a significantly smaller voice than usual, <strong>"Kyla...I didn't know they'd be sending anyone, especially you--you're here to help escort the medicine," </strong>her words seemed forced,<strong> "Was Abbot Merrimer optimistic that this would be enough?"</strong> she couldn't think of any thing else to question about the goods in her forced small talk bout. <br/></span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"...Ah, Jo."  Kyla's own words were also a little awkward.  Looking around, she saw that a number of the other adventurers seemed to be busy checking over their gear and inspecting the new cloaks they had been given.  Now would probably be as good a time as any to talk with the Cleric...  "Actually, while the Abbot was optimistic, he wasn't quite that optimistic.  There were two others who had been sent out with me, Brother Derek and Sister Malty."<br/><br/>Lowering her head, the Monk broke eye contact, looking off slightly to the right.<br/><br/>"They... didn't make it.  The road was too dangerous."