<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/a42C9kT.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Elenetha Muddle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342165.msg16250984#msg16250984)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Wench<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21<strong>Armor:</strong>0<strong>XP:</strong>2/8<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">1st Spout Lore: 5</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2022-08-09 09:49:35, Elenetha (uid: 27361) rolls: 2d6a-1 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=160200)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">2nd Spout Lore:5</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2022-08-09 09:52:20, Elenetha (uid: 27361) rolls: 2d6a-1 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=160201)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength:  12   Constitution: 13  Dexterity: 15<br/>Intelligence: 08  Wisdom:    09     Charisma: 17<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Elenetha had put her very best bow into her hair. When Valna returned from... helping Juro the thief,<em>ahem</em>competitive borrower, got a reply "I was paying rent! it's so high in this city, it takes me a few hours to pay it all. Luckily I like the taste of pineapples." ...What? She licked her lips with a little smile, and joined the group to the arena.<br/><br/>It was pretty clear the woman had either never been to the arena before, or... well perhaps had just forgotten? "Ohhhhh wow, look how big this place is!  Oof,<em>eep!</em>" The crowd jostled her, someone's hand - surely accidentally - clapped her bottom, and she found herself grasping Juro's arm to keep herself from getting swept away. "Busy day!" She smiled sheepishly at the rabbit-man.<br/><br/>Down into the business side of the arena they went, and things got a lot less crowded, and a little less celebratory. Elenetha released Juro's arm, and tried to not feel a little awkward as they began talking with Lord Blackcrest about the details. Wait. Some detail was missing. "Uhm... I'm sorry, Lord Blackcrest, but you didn't finish? When you said,<em>if my daughter were still with the bloodsucker because of your failure</em>you sort of... dot-dot-dotted there? What happens then?" Big pretty green eyes blink up at the imposing lord.