<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - First Floor - Guest Room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Basic clothing, leather armor<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Dr. Blanche<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wisdom Save: Success</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-02-28 21:46:48, TheLaughingOne (uid: 60096) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152096)</div></div><hr/><br/>Aloisa gave a chuckle, remembering some of the more wild Vistani dances she had seen and heard as a guard, the Wild Rythme, the dances that moved fast and free in a shock of color so different from the drab brown and greys in town. She fights the flinch that wells up when the doctor starts playing, but has to admit... It is a very beautiful song, maybe the woman was more a bard then doctor? But something, just some small... Thing, in the music sends a small buzz down her spine, like a shard of ice rolling down her bare skin that kept her sharp, though she did allow herself to sway a bit to the tune. though, the bit about her killing young maidens gets the smallest, politest cough but no real interruption beyond that..