(Auto-post for El Taco Taco's character, may be subject to edits when the original player returns)

Kalana was about to unleash the fires of hell upon her foes when the half orc cried out and the attack abruptly stopped. Unsure of what was going on, she kept the spell ready, [i]just in case[/i]. She easily caught the potion the wizard had thrown at her, but didn't drink it. She didn't trust the mage and his tricks, especially after he tried to kill her. The mage announced that they were done, and should go get some rest. It was all so casual, as if they didn't just come close to serious wounds, and lost some reckless human to the dirty undead. She pondered her possibilities, including vaporizing the arrogant mage right where he stood. But then again, there would be other chances to do this, chances that involved more substantial rewards.

With a glare at the mage and an indifferent look at the half orc, Kalana spun around on her feet and marched off downhill, back to the town, to hopefully spend a good amount of time in a tavern awaiting sundown.