<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0c/0a/f0/0c0af03a03645cb9edb6f70dc5d634fe.gif)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Peaches Fizzwhimsy<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Pixie, Fairy-type<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>Armor:</strong>-<strong>XP:</strong>-/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Glowing, candle-bright<br/><strong>Action:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7</div><div class="spoiler_body">Chulanowa Roll: (5, 1) Result: 7</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Parley with Lord Blackcrest 6</div><div class="spoiler_body">Chulanowa Roll: [2, 2] Result: 6</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength:   8(-1)  Constitution: 12  Dexterity: 15(+1)<br/>Intelligence:  13 (+1) Wisdom:   9     Charisma: 16 (+2)<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>For the journey across town, Peaches had grown in size as much as she could, making her about the size of a halfling, and then donned a big (for her) heavy (again, for her) cloak. She hated it. Just<em>hated</em>it. Being too big, and walking and wearing clothes, it was horrible, But the last time she had come through town in her usual way, three children had caught her in a jar and demanded she grant them a wish.<br/><br/>She shuffled in with the group when Jeeves let them in. All she could think about right at the moment was how much she hated, even<em>loathed</em>shoes. Right, that settles it, every cobbler and shoemaker and boothsmith and sock farmer in this town is getting a big helping of... wait, new person talking! Stormy thoughts of vengeance against the souter trade evaporated as she looked up at the increasingly grouchy Lord Blackcrest. When she pulled back her hood, her poofy pigtails sprung out, and, as usual, she couldn't<em>fully</em>contain her glow.<br/><br/>"Hello! I'm Peaches, this is Katra, Valna, and Kuro, please excuse the pinecones. We're the Second Chance" She gestured to one after another. "We're not with the Guild, and, I don't like to say bad things about even bad people, but... we're here and they're not." She puffed herself up a bit, which increased her size from<em>loaf of bread</em>to<em>most of a breadbox.</em>"I've met your daughter and it was my idea that we try to get her back! My friends may sound a little... uhm..." Grasping? greedy? Seedy? "impolite, but we don't often speak to nobility. My apologies."<br/><br/>Glancing about, she smiled to her friends. Because of course they were all her friends, right? "I don't think silver weapons are on the table. we'll have to rely on our wits and ingenuity and maybe a chair leg or something! So let's move past that and get to the getting-to!" Looking hten to the Lord. "We can get Sera back, we just need a hand. Maybe two."