<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/81ec4eaef4631891f6cae74bf8399bb7/tumblr_p2iav1FFbu1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jaela Sands, Half-Elf Druid<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pondering doom over toast<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<hr/>Jaela gave a soft sigh.<strong> "She's my cat. And she's more of the casual spite type than the existential dread type."</strong>She muttered something about ruining all her fun... but there's a soft smirk to her lips. She too picked up a scroll to read, her already large eyes getting wider.<strong>"Does 'gods take pity on us' sound like a good speech? 'Cause it's about all I've got. Just think, these are just the things we <em>know</em> about"</strong><br/><br/>Those gods can get her out of this, if need be... but the rest of these people are probably fucked. She's pretty certain<em>that</em>wouldn't do for a speech, and probably wouldn't instill her companions with confidence.<strong>"Yeah, keep that third option in mind..."</strong>she sort of mumbles to Myra.<strong>"I'll add some interpretive dance to it if need be."</strong>