<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Cleric<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Yokun, Open<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>15/15<br/><hr/><strong></strong><br/><br/>Selphie scoffed. She was really good at being judgmental! It was one of those soft skills that no one seemed to appreciate.<strong>"We might as well attempt to disguise <em>you</em> for all the good it will do - he's a completely different color!"</strong>She seemed to realize that her voice was slowly rising as she made her sarcastic retort and crouched down to whisper.<strong>"Bondor seemed to think they'd mostly be passed out drunk after lunch. Maybe we won't come across many more on duty? How many Kobolds are in a tribe?"</strong>Clearly, Selphie was not a strategist. And not much of a healer - she watched without assistance as Risppt bandaged his own wound. Yikes!