<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)    </div><strong>Name:</strong>Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) & Merle Fliffitygivvit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering the courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br/><strong>HP:</strong> x / x| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr/><br/>"I want to keep it," Merle growled, his small, delicate claw clutching the necklace against the faerie dragon's black and red scales.  "Its mine now." He puffed his chest, tilting up his jaw in a challenge more suitable to a beast too large to perch on a gnome's shoulder, as Merle often did.<br/><br/>Myra sighed, checking her gear yet again.  She hadn't packed lightly - with the haversack, there wasn't any real need to - but she still worried something had been missed which they'd deeply regret later.  "The jewelry isn't for us, Merle.  I already told you, it's just to trade...sometimes a token helps to seem respectful or eases somebody's pride.  You only want it because...."  She gestured with a hand, not quite rolling her eyes, but not entirely avoiding doing so, either.  Merle snorted with indignation, his claw moving to the small pendant in the shape of a feline's head.  It was carved delicately in onyx, threaded on a cord with beads of shining copper and bright colored glass.  A pretty bauble, but not an expensive one.  His long, fine brows rose in challenge, daring her to say more about his particular inclination.  She knew better, however, and simply sighed in resignation.  "I don't even know what you're going to<em>do</em>with it."  Human sized, it was too large for Myra unless she looped the cord around her neck twice.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c7/de/81/c7de81b9103f125cbba6b1e2e6941bd9.jpg)</div>The familiar, immediately mollified, made a "Hmm," sound which tried to carry a sense of mystery but only revealed that the tiny dragon didn't have a clue either.<br/><br/>Movement ahead interrupted her.  It was time to move into the courtyard; she made her way on foot, cursing her short legs without any real venom, leading the charcoal colored riding mastiff behind her.  Others may not like the pomp and ceremony, but Myra never tired of it; it wetted the appetite for adventure and mayhem like an appetizer, distracting her from thoughts of the past.  She brushed imaginary dust from her garments, brightening the red a bit and adding a few bits of heraldric tabard with the speed of a thought.  "Do you suppose they have any last instructions?" she mused aloud to her comrades.  "Or is this just a funeral in case we don't get one later?"