<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QxlUajy.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Clover Sylfaern (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2210278)</strong></span><br/><em>Half-Elf Paladin</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quickstats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 49 | <strong> AC (Current):</strong> 12 (unarmored, unshielded) | <strong>Initiative:</strong> +2 <br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong> <strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> 4/4 | <strong>2<sup>nd</sup>:</strong> 2/2<br/><strong>Spells Prepared:</strong> <strong>1<sup>st</sup>:</strong> Cure Wounds, Protection from evil and Good, Shield of Faith, Thunderous Smite<br/><strong>2<sup>nd</sup></strong>: Lesser Restoration</div></div><hr/><br/>As calls to adventure went, the orgasmic cries of a goblin were a new one for Clover! Usually that signalled the end of an adventure. Or... so he had heard. Rumor was, anyway.<br/><br/>Compared to others in the guild hall, Clover was dressed modestly, a half-open peasant blouse and laced corset, and a pleated, plain skirt that reached to upper-mid thigh. And thankfully, his undergarments were holding back the obvious results of Thixia pumping the guard for information.<br/><br/><strong>"Hello,"</strong>he finally spoke to Kalabaza and Kry, with a voice as warm and soft as that priestess looked. A bright smile was flashed their way.<strong>"I'm Clover, and we were just learning about some witches, uhm..."</strong>he caught his lip in his teeth, looking over to the goblin and her partner, color rising in his cheeks. A cup was raised to his mouth, drinking deeply of what was within. "oh my..." Looking back to the two,<strong>"I think she's a little distracted at the moment though..."</strong>