<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7e43dfdf81e728ed92d79d992ed98ff5/tumblr_owkl1qOOqV1utyn51o5_r2_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Taavia Boulderfrost<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Fighter<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room of the Idle Boar inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pansy, Kirien, Melan<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/>Taavia shrugged to Kirien's statement about alloying mithril.<strong>"It is what it is. What <em>I</em> wonder is what broke it apart in the first place, considering."</strong>As the amulet came together, Taavia leaned over the table, inadvertently giving anyone and everyone a good look down her tunic.<strong> "I'll be a goblin's grandmother, that looks like the symbol of Ulaa... well. Almost."</strong>she corrected, before her eyebrow raised up at Kirien's sudden bout of florid prose.<strong>"Pfeh, <em>mages</em>. I <em>guess</em> they could sniff their books until they found something, eventually. But the look of this thing, and your talk of the gods? Might be we should take it to the priests."</strong><br/><br/>She settled her rump back into the seat she had taken, finishing her cider. All the elves seemed to agree with themselves, which somehow seemed completely typical. Melan's comment towards her and Pansy drew a gust of laughter and Taavia nodded.<strong>"Aye, once or twice. I admire her skill at the task, is all."</strong>Mirth crinkled the corners of the dwarf's eyes.<strong>"Don't ye worry, she's not so bold as to get her hands under yer belt in public...?"</strong>The statement drew into a question, and she lifted her brows at Pansy.