<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 - Patio<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 7/7 | <strong>AC:</strong> 12 | <acronym title="Catapult, Charm Person, Command, Find Familiar (Ritual), Shield"><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span></acronym>: 1st - ●● | <acronym title="Common, Abyssal, Draconic, Elvish"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Esmerelda more than accepted Pinot's hug, she fell into it, rapt and grinning ear to ear. Leathery as her hide was, Pinot's hugs were the epitome of warmth and comfort. Maybe, she wondered, the warmth of her hugs had something to do with how much spice she consumed on what seemed like a daily basis? Maybe there was an avenue of study there, but, as interesting as the thought was, she wasn't sure she had the scientific chops to pursue it even if she wanted to. She wasn't from the Combine!<br/><br/>As she was quickly released in favor of more spicy treats, she noted the entry of two more members: Arel, an elf whom she would call a food scientist--though he would lean more on the side of an Izzet tinkerer with all the mishaps he'd cause; then, there was Vekali, the patient, well-read minotaur. She gave off a cool air that at once calmed her and made her eager to see what she'd be like if anyone ever pissed her off.<br/><br/>She greeted the two with a 'good morning' and a quick, pleasant wave. "It is a wonder so much of our amenities are free. It almost makes one assume we're getting bent over a barrel in other areas." Cynical as her positing was, it sounded almost chipper, and surely prettier, coming from her mouth. Perhaps this was a byproduct of her noble rearing, or perhaps it had more to do with the sly ways of her Guild.<br/><br/>Then again, was there much difference in her case?<br/><br/>Shortly, she saw the approach of Callida, and her face brightened. Here was a person who enjoyed adventures--or at least sending others off on them. There was no doubting this was her cause, especially when she refrained from stealing from Pinot's spicy, spicy plate. In truth, that part was almost a shame. It would have been amusing to see how red the composed elf would get after just one bite.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Callida," she extended, not being one to bypass pleasantries...though she would rush quickly from them and straight to business. "Exciting and profitable, I like, but what is this about<em>minimal</em>risk? Where's the fun in that?"