<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/>Unpleasing as Pinot's marching trumpet was to the ears, Esmeralda resolved to follow right behind with the enthusiasm befitting a grand call to action. It was the friendly thing to do, yes, but in this case, it was also genuine. And when the random gentleman yelled "free bird," she grinned, shouted "very well!" and with a dramatic rise and snap of her fingers, an illustrious tawny owl blinked into existence above her head. From the moment it materialized, it soared freely, circling the man's head thrice before ascending to follow the marching group from its place in the beautiful blue sky.<br/><br/>The march to the garden shed was not a long one, but it was certainly entertaining. She was still smiling as the entered the stone building, eyes on her owl as it swooped in to landed on the nearest surface with a quiet coo. "Oh, poor Hidgens. You must have been cooped up in that pocket dimension." If she recognized her own pun, she showed no sign of it.<br/><br/>Instead, her attention turned to Pinot as she wisely partook of the torch offer (though with perhaps a tad too much gusto); then it turned to Vekali as she inquired about the heavily locked door. It was here her curiosity piqued. "Mm. Interesting wards as well. Who maintains them?"