<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)  </div><strong>Florica</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><strong>Status</strong>: normal<hr/><br/>Florica as characteristically quiet on their walk to the manner, though she found herself occasionally glancing off towards the water, with an almost wistful look about her. Whatever was on her mind remained there, her silence enduring until they reached the manor. Her eyes roamed over the building, taking in the sight of it, studying it for nothing in particular. After a few moments of that, she turned her head towards Will and said, "I see why the locals believe the place haunted. 'Tis something clear out of a campfire yarn."<br/><br/>She then turned to face her comrades and canted her head to the side at their musings over the state of the house. Of course, before she could even consider chiming in, the cleric made her arrival, and her attention was quickly shifted towards the newcomer. She eyed her over with a momentary flash of wariness, but it didn't seem to hold. In fact, she almost seemed to be checking the cleric out before her eyes refocused on her face. The woman didn't even appeared armed, which made the sorceress raise an eyebrow and reply, "You are aware that our path may lead to peril, yes? While, certainly, this may all be a bunch of nothing, 'twould mayhap have been wise to arm thyself with a dagger or some such?"<br/><br/>She shrugged her shoulders and offered a return to the cleric's curtsey, replying, "In any case, 'tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name, lest you not have been already made aware, is Florica."<br/><br/>Whatever her feelings towards the cleric, or clergy in general, her eloquence appeared to remain unaffected.