<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Wynnie Nackle</span></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br/>Gnome Druid 1<br/>HP: 10     Init: +2<br/>Perc: 14   Status: Normal<br/>Location: Griffin & Sword<br/>Tagging: All | Open<br/><hr/><br/>The hour between her greeting and Max's arrival had been filled with cheerful chatter and a large mug of lemonade that was refilled multiple times.  And almost as nearly many breaks to pee...(tiny bladder).  Still, she managed to keep her string of thought from one moment to the next, telling them all about the table of people she'd met on her arrival.<br/><br/>When Max finally arrived, she fell silent to let him talk, wanting to wait for the appropriate moment to introduce herself and tell him why she was there.  But, then that moment came before she was ready and she had to gulp down a mouthful of lemonade and swipe her hand across her lips before answering.  "Oh!  Uhm...well, I had sort of hoped to break this gently and more privately, but...uhm...Reia Liliaceae died several months ago."<br/><br/>Pausing, she glanced around at the others, cheeks pinkening as she finally shows a hint of self-consciousness and clears her throat slightly, looking back to Max with tenderness in her big, expressive eyes.  "I served as her research assistant and she left her home to me, so I received your missive to her.  I couldn't imagine relating the news of her passing in a cold, impersonal letter...so I decided to come and tell you in person.  And, well, offer my services in my mentor's stead.  And now that I know why we're all here, I can't very well walk away from this poor woman."