Mina crouched on her stool oddly, her toes of her simple cloth flats wrapped around the edge of seat. Her legs were bent giving the illusion that that she was sitting cross legged but in actuality her rear never touched the surface, her entire body supported by her strong legs. She swayed her body in circles, which to onlookers may look like she was having trouble with her balance, however the opposite was true, the circling was a constant exercise in the changing of her center of gravity, people who bumped into her would find her quite stationed to where she was.<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Acrobatics (1d20 + 16): 9 + 16 = 25 in the case that anything knocks into her or pushes her</div></div></div><br/>As she sways her long redheaded braid sways behind her. "I...er..." she looked at the drow and paused. "oh..uh raise" she said without much thought to the chiming of the bells. She had more or less wandered into this festival and from all the drinking that she had seen (and partaken in) she figured it was a drinking festival of sorts. She grinned, smelling in the beer and rubbed the back of the drows head playfully. "Dream of Greenfields" she laughed heartedly before pouring the contents of her drink into her mouth. The comparably thin girl then plopped the mug on her red locks with a thunk and belched crassly at the dwarf. "Blessings!" she yelled in a loud and friendly voice, "Blessings" being the common drinking salute in the town where she had grown up.<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Fort save (1d20 + 10): 11 + 10 = 21</div></div></div>