<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> A smile         <strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 28 / 28                      <br/><strong>Resources:</strong><br/><strong>Money:</strong> 110 gp<br/></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Beneath the massive fur cloak used as a blanket, there was movement. First a twitch, and then a swish as Tali’s tail found the edge of their coverings and tested the temperature outside of it. Given that it didn’t immediately jerk back in revulsion, and instead flicked in mild annoyance, she decided that the conditions were appropriate enough to make the first decision of the day. Like it or not, it was time to get up.<br/><br/>Her head poked up at the foot of their bed, the fur cloak weighing down around her fuzzy ears as she chapped her lips together and yawned noisily. Fangs flashed, limbs stretched out in every direction as her lean muscles trembled from the effort, and with another great yawn, Tali folded back into herself and settled back against the warmth. Outside there were the sounds of a waking camp, of people getting breakfast made and organized for the day. She had half a mind to yell at them for being early risers, especially when she and Garrus spent half the night drinking and carousing with the locals.<br/><br/>On one hand, it was an excellent way to learn rumors of their surroundings, as well as a way to get to know the people that they could be coming up against. Knowledge was its own currency, after all. On the other…<br/><br/>“<em>Mmgh</em>!” She quickly tucked back under the cloak, murring her annoyance at the mild hangover. And the fact that she just wasn't a morning tabaxi.<br/><br/>“Garrus,” came her throaty voice, vocal cords still worn out from the singing and the laughing and storytelling of the night before. “Why is your head by my feet?” As she asked this, she pressed her bare toes against his neck, his jaw, his cheek, grinning even as she didn’t doubt how annoying it must be.<br/>