<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Kyla_Thumb.JPG)</div><br/><strong>Kyla</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 14 (a Cloak.  And don't you want to know what's under it!)<br/>hp 6<br/><br/>Passive Perception +12<br/>Stealth +4<br/></div></div><br/>She sighed.  "I only just got her out of that..."  Ah well, perhaps tonight wasn't the best night for a frolick anyways.  As was her way, Kyla waited.  She didn't need nearly as much time to dress as Majet would, in that body-hugging buckled monstrosity that always ended up smelling kind of funky after a week.  So, instead, she stayed outside, bare toes wiggling in the grass while the others went about their business of re-making the camp safe.<br/><br/>"Tess... you didn't mention if you'd seen any Elves in that group up the road.  If there weren't any, it's possible that there's either more than one group of adventurers all staying the night nearby... or the forest has some guards that we might needs placate.  If anyone knows how to 'read' fletchery, now would be a good time to mention.  My own knowledge, alas, lies in more esoteric subjects."<br/><br/>Once Majet was finished, and re-emerged from the tent, Kyla stepped over, and gave her lover a little kiss, before disappearing inside.  It wouldn't do her any good if she wasn't rested enough to restore her reserves of magic in the morning, but it would do everyone a whole lot less good, if they were murdered in their sleep.  Into her tunic and pants, and then the warm traveling robes, before sliding into her boots, and thumping them to get them settled, and then Kyla would join the trio outside, and get ready to move camp, or whatever was decided.