<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/32/2e/76322e4fc777d19817876487eb8af3e6.jpg?text=Character+Image)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Aphashe (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2470240)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">AC:</span></strong>21<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">HP:</span></strong>59/59<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">EFFECTS:</span></strong>Items (bonus Dex, Cha, Sav)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">PERCEPTION:</span></strong>12<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Open<br/><hr/>Aphashe smiled softly to try to ease the tension of the conversation, her youthful features shining through a hardened mien of life's weight in that subtle shift of a moment.  As when she was ever complimented on her voice, she had given Corvus a simple nod of appreciation at the mention of his mother-- not wishing to weigh her own past griefs, but inviting him to share his own if he wished.  Now here, by the campfire, she simply covered her chin and listened, looking from face to face from time to time, and assessed her allies and with quiet assurance for a while.<br/><br/>She speaks up after Aeleth's comment.  "That sounds like an intereting idea," she says with a grin.  "Just don't let them overcharge you.  Who knows, with these fabled cities?  Their grooming services may be the cause for their reclusiveness."  She scans the darkness subtly as if simply rolling her eyes over her own words, and then looks back over her companions.  "But if they -do- have baths, they had better have more than one tub, because we'll be racing neck-and-neck to get there."