<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Esmerelda.jpeg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Esmeralda Ahren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15179237#msg15179237)</span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Wizard 1</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Garden shed<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 7/7 | <strong>AC:</strong> 12 | </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Catapult, Charm Person, Command, Find Familiar (https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Owl#content) (Ritual), Shield</div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> - 1st: ●● | </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Languages</div><div class="spoiler_body">Common, Abyssal, Draconic, Elvish</div></div><br/><strong>Familiar:</strong>Hidgens (https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/2/evening-glory-tawny-owl-marjolein-kruijt.jpg)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Agaric, hm? It seems he's more intriguing than I gave him credit for." But could she be held at fault for that? Who would suspect a barkeep of being capable of covering a door in protective wards? It had to be this sort of cleverness that kept their little group perfectly overlooked.<br/><br/>But as she thought about subtlety, she happened to look upon the scene between Pinot and the guards, and a smile spread across her face.<br/><br/>Their journey down to Old Tangletown was rather uneventful, but, considering the darkness of the staircase and tunnels beyond, she did not so much mind that. If anything, she was more concerned with Hidgens feeling cramped. However, that worry dissipated at they stepped out into the 'open' space of the old residential area, her feet splashing in the water below. "Ugh," she let out, lifting her skirts and inspecting the now-soaked hem. "You could have warned us of the water, you know," she said, sounding mildly irritated despite herself. Then, she pulled out a dagger and set about cutting at the lower length of her skirts and tossing the wet scraps aside.<br/><br/>"There!" she'd call, once again sounding as joyful as can be as she tucked her dagger away. She seemed ready to go off and search as Callida mentioned it, but paused briefly and asked, "What are you using this mold for anyway? Anything sinister?" As she proposed this, it may have been interesting to note the pleasant smile upon her lips.