<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Nialyssa.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Nialyssa</strong></span></span><br/><hr/>Lyssa read over the parchment once more, and shrugged. This seemed to be the place, the Green Griffon.<br/><br/>The short little figure was decked out in a long white robe cinched at the waist by a white leather belt, mostly obscured by the long white cloak that hid her frame and face both, a hood shadowing the impish smile on her cute little face.<br/><br/>Stepping inside, the gleaming white robe seeming to dazzle in the taproom's dim interior, Lyssa glanced about her, looking for whomever she was here to meet. She reached up and drew her hood back; and thankfully, this time, her hair stayed back and down as she preferred it. Growing her hair out had been the best idea she'd had since deciding to join the Goddess' clergy.</td></tr></tbody></table>