<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses        <strong>AC:</strong> 14<br/><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20                      <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br/><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 4/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br/><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br/></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br/>Burning Hands<br/>Magic Missile<br/>Feather Fall<br/>Disguise Self<br/>Invisibility<br/>Tasha's Mind Whip<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>A candle had illuminated one of the many tents that sprinkled the countryside for most of the night, soft oranges and shadows cast against the fabric. The figure within apparently occupied her time with reading and writing, a book in her lap at all times regardless of the activity she was currently engaged in. The impromptu camp had long since gone silent by the time the flame was extinguished and she allowed her mind a few hours of respite from its work.<br/><br/>A few hours later, Ahshala emerged from her tent at the first hints of the sun's rise. It was a habit that had been ingrained in her for decades by her father. Daylight was not to be wasted. In one arm was a tome whose length spanned the entire forearm upon which it rested. The opposite hand gestured with a few circular waves and was suddenly holding a quill topped with a translucent, ghostly blue feather. Time to make the most of this setback.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>"Fascinating..."<br/><br/>Ahshala stood before a human man that had gotten comfortable on an old tree stump, a farmer of some sort if his attire was any indication. She scribbled away as he spoke, only occasionally looking up from the pages to ask a new question. Out here, the locals were the best source of information in the elven woman's quest to learn as much about this foreign land and their religious practices as she could.<br/><br/>"And these apprentices...what is their purpose? Do they entreat the gods of Astéri? Are they priests of some sort? What could be gained from their capture?"