<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 crossed her arms from overhead, clicking her tongue at the sight of the charbroiled bodies.  The scarred side of her face is drawn tightly, though there is no fear in her expression.  "Ain't like me tae just leave a stranger behind tae take care of all the rabble, even if he's generous enough tae offer."  She glances back towards the tower, surprised to see the others so far ahead.  Her focus on the elf's battle, she hadn't seen the rest of them slapped about by some unseen force. "Damn!  What kind of sorcery is that, let's 'em get on so quickly?"