<div class="floatright">(http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg608/ysariel66/sorceresssmall.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Shirin</span><br/><strong>Human Sorcerer 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 12/12<br/>AC: 12 (flat-footed 10)<br/>CMD: 11 (flat-footed 9)<br/>Init: 4<br/>Saves: Fort 2, Ref 2, Will 2<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 3+1<br/><br/>Lv 0: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Read Magic<br/>Lv 1: Color Spray, Grease</div></div><hr/><br/>Shirin feels naked before Vannalys' gaze. She is no stranger to being ogled; when one is dressed in a cross between a handkerchief and the morning mist, one expects a certain amount of lewd attention. This, now, this intensity with which she is being examined is different. It is as if the witch can see right through her flimsy attire and inspect the bare body beneath; as if her scant pretensions at being clothed could be blown away with a sneeze and reveal all the intimate secrets under them. And she is not looking away. The sorceress cannot resist squirming a little; she touches a knuckle to her lips and coughs politely to hide her discomfort before dear, beautiful Tessa comes to her rescue by diverting her attention.<br/><br/>"And may all of yours be fruitful," Shirin replies, offering the traditional response to Tessa's blessing but in Common, for the benefit of others who do not speak Kelish. "I am unfamiliar with your exotic weapon, but I trust in your ability to deal with anything that cannot be resolved with subtlety." The sorceress directs at Tessa the kind of completely polite and reserved smile one gives when one wishes to be friendly without offering hope of an erotic encounter in the near future. It is not that Tessa is undesirable. Indeed, Shirin might be open to whatever might happen under the right circumstances. It is just that right now the sorceress is preoccupied with gauging the odds that she will die horribly in the near future, a task that mildly distracts her to say the least.<br/><br/>So do the whips. There is an inordinate amount of whips in the room. For use on<em>people</em>, not animals. The Callistran priest has one. Oh goddess, so does the halfling. Vannalys is such a walking arsenal of kink, she threatens to make the missionary position extinct. Shirin struggles to maintain her deadpan face as she tries to imagine what their report will look like. "Miss Janira," she says, "I hope you have prepared your own gear as well, including a bedroll, food and drink, illumination and some means of starting a fire. Sebastian and I can cast<em>Light</em>, but it is always good to have some options in the event we become separated." She looks around. "We will also need parchment or paper, plus some ink and a quill, to make notes and draw diagrams of our exploration. I have brought some chalk, so that we can mark passages we have explored."<br/><br/>"If those are accounted for, I have no further questions and would suggest we depart with all haste," she says, clasping her hands demurely before her breasts.