<div class="floatleft">(http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/7807/burnedwomanicon.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Charred Witch</span></span></span><br/>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Morticia Liddell</span></span><br/><em>- Most Peculiar</em><br/>- 46/46 HP ; AC 18<br/><hr/><br/>Morticia settled back to the ground gracefully, her chair practically<em>leaping</em>on its dozen little legs to catch her.  She gave the putrid corpses a bit of an odd look, as though trying to see just how they differed from your typical monstrous rabble.  "Well, it's good enough tae know that they die like any other."<br/><br/>The witch jerked her thumb towards the tower in the distance.  "Now, maybe you can tell us just what that damn tower is, 'fore we go frolicking off after it.  Far as we can reckon, the last thing any of our band remember is being given a job by some lout in a cloak."