<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/da/7f/3e/da7f3eae8e456358ea1d060d5f7a2675.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jehanne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693755#msg15693755)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: In her room, the downstairs<br/><strong>Action</strong>: Enjoying the sights<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:(m):Akihiro, Luc, Rois; open<br/><br/>It was neither hunger nor the cooling of her bathwater that finally drove Jehanne from her tub, though both were in play. Rather, she was getting a bit of a crick in her lower back. Taller than average, with rather long legs, she was just a bit oversized for the vessel she was sitting in to be comfortable for long. Maybe she'd talk to Spade about it, some time, but as she was clean enough for company now, and was getting a bit peckish, it made as much sense to stand as sit. She rather pitied whoever the poor servant was who'd have to empty the rusty-tinged bathwater, though.<br/><br/>Before a brisk rub with a chamois, she inspected her wounds: still pink and a bit sore, but closed, as expected. Whatever force it was that returned her to life, to the Inn, time and time again, also did a fine job of physicking her, also. Ina  while, she'd even forget the pain: the feeling of the hooks on the bandit boy's net clawing at her skin, his sister's arrow punching deep into her gut as she was snared.<br/><br/>Once dry enough to not make a mess, she wrapped herself in a new, clean linen breastband and donned the silk trousers and robe that were always kept in her room against her return. She really didn't feel like putting any sort of footwear on, but it would be rude to appear at table unshod, she she rousted out a pair of rope and wood sandals with worn leather soles and slipped them on.<br/><br/>Down she went, into the common room which was, if anything, even busier.  Music still wafted in from the stage area, and a number of people were at or around the bar, including the pretty-boy who was supposedly a vampire, one of the maids (back-to, so Jeh' couldn't say if she knew the girl or not), and a spectacular redhead wearing a cloudlike white dress, whom the warrior<em>surely</em>would have remembered, had they met. Or maybe not. Part of the Gods' jest on her was seeing people in the Lion who greeted her like old friends- or lovers- of whom she had no recollection. The ginger was setting out wine bottles, presmably fresh-brought from the cellar, and Jeh' stopped to watch her from across the room for a moment.<br/><br/>Ah, but despite being a murderous bitch outside the walls, she<em>did</em>have some manners, and that was plain rude. So she picked her way to the bar. Spade was nowhere in sight, probably below in the cellars himself or across with his singer, so she just nodded at the others, and waited for the slender sommelier to finish her business.  Truth, Jeh' wanted another drink. Mostly, though, she wanted a better look. The trouble was deciding where to rest her eyes...