<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/x4C0s3J.jpg)</div>Tessa Fairwind (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JSA8WLaAXFvxVApZO5sgUk6MvcoS_m3nnVGoAkMb1Tc/edit?usp=sharing), Halfling Sorceress<br/>HP: 58/58, AC: 20 (Flat: 17, Touch: 16), CMD: 16<br/>Fort: +6, Reflex: +7, Will: +5<br/><hr/><strong>"Ahh, but I smell corn cakes. Delightful!"</strong><br/><br/>A voice like twinkling bells that caught the ear no matter how quietly she spoke heralded the arrival of the diminutive sorceress, Tessa Fairwind (Not to be confused with the pirate of the same name!). As always the odd woman was decked in fine gypsy silks made for dancing, numerous gold bangles and beads adorning her limbs and hair. A vibrant purple sash did little to tame her wild chocolate-colored hair, but it really wasn't supposed to. She bobbed her head to the assembled officers and adventurers, nimbly making her way up to the table.<br/><br/><strong>"I suppose this means it's about time for us to . . . what is the saying? Get down to brass tacks?"</strong><br/><br/>She smiled cheerily as she waggled her fingers to help herself fill a small plate with items she couldn't exactly reach without straining herself. It was always weird to hear her speaking in her musical gypsy language, but KNOW the truth of her words. Still that was one of the primary reasons she was being brought along. Communication is key after all! She made a point of greeting those who she'd already met by name, always careful to be polite and cheerful to ensure that they were treated well in the aftermath of all of the death and destruction. She found that she liked being a 'breath of fresh air', and only regretted not being given the chance to help prepare the lovely breakfast they were sharing. Alas, perhaps once they were out and about exploring.<br/><br/>