<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 (adventurer's garb)<br/>hp 6<br/><br/>Passive Perception +12<br/>Stealth +4<br/></div></div><br/>Waiting for Tess to come back was difficult, but like she had said, barging in unprepared would have been far worse.  Kyla, for all her seeming distraction when it came to getting her nose in a book, was unfailingly logical about things around her.  In this case, though, maybe logic would have liked to do the waiting tensely in the dark for a new companion to return on its own, rather than with her.<br/><br/>The report of the adventurers brought a small frown of consideration to the halfling's features, and she even went as far as lifting up a finger to tap it against her lips while plans were being made.  She nodded idly to the suggestion of using them as mine canaries, and even smiled when she thought of the benefits that their bodies could provide, once she had sufficiently increased her knowledge of animation.<br/><br/>It was Majet's question that brought her completely out of her reverie with a few blinks and a soft clearing of her throat.  "We can hope it's the latrine, and hope it's not another group they've captured.  I worry at pushing our luck and asking Tess to go scouting that out as well.  We'll need to find a place to camp without a fire so we don't give ourselves away to the louts."