<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0c/0a/f0/0c0af03a03645cb9edb6f70dc5d634fe.gif)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Peaches Fizzwhimsy<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Pixie, Fairy-type<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>Armor:</strong>-<strong>XP:</strong>-/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Glowing, candle-bright<br/><strong>Action:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spouting Lore on the vampire job:7</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2022-05-18 15:18:30, Peaches (uid: 27361) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=159293)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength:   8(-1)  Constitution: 12  Dexterity: 15(+1)<br/>Intelligence:  13 (+1) Wisdom:   9     Charisma: 16 (+2)<br/><br/>Feel free to list other important character stats here as well, even your full character sheet if you feel it'd be convenient for you</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>"It wouldn't have been so bad if it were actually a<em>dragon</em>!" grumped the pixie who was, right now, perched on Valna's shoulder, making a tiny braid in the rogue's hair. "But<em>nooo</em>, it was a fire-breathing frog.<em>A frog!</em>! She shivers, her damselfly wings shedding sparkles of dust for emphasis. At the news of staying in business for another week, her grump passed and she lifted both arms in the air. "Hurray, money!" Thankfully she was small enough that poor Valna didn't go deaf from the hearty cheer literally right next to her ear.<br/><br/>She lifted from Valna's shoulder, and with a humming noise, flew over to the desk, hovering and flitting about, brightening her glow just enough to be able to read more, and then excitedly grabbed a folio.<br/><br/>"Oh! Oh, this one! The vampire guy thing one!<em>Hnnnngh</em>!" She strains a bit, actually planting her bare feet on the desk to drag the folio of notices to the center of the desk, ending up plopping on her nearly-bare butt once it finally moved where she wanted it. "Sera Blackcrest, I met her once, she told me to piss off so I... uh... Uhm..." A blush makes her face very much resemble a small strawberry. "<em>Anywaythepointis</em>, she works for the adventurer's guild. The real<em>I mean the official</em>one," a quick glance at Cass. "And if we get her back, they might owe us, and she's nice, and soft, and everyone there likes her!" Because of course. Imagine just...<em>not</em>liking someone! Who does that?