<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">●○</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/ff/33/ddff33d5069efd5d2cf6b09b03931208.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Vekali the Patient (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313535.msg15184065#msg15184065)</span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Fighter 1</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Brindled Bull - Patio<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12 | <strong>AC:</strong> 16 | <acronym title="Common, Minotaur, Goblin"><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span></acronym></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"In my experience, admittedly limited, one never truly finds that high profit and low risk go together.  They seem to be mutually exclusive concepts.  However, as you can see, our companions are eager for a bit of derring-do, and I can't say I'm not beginning to find myself itching for a reason to take up arms."  She arched a brow at Callida, her tone wry and amused.  Still, she couldn't deny the frisson of excitement that went through her at the prospect of an adventure.<br/><br/>She continued with her breakfast, however, not certain if she would be given time to eat before they left.  She hated traveling anywhere on an empty stomach.  Her gaze shifted to the others as she ate, curious to hear what they thought of mold-hunting.  If she and Arel turned out to be wrong about things, then Pinot and Esmeralda might find their hopes dashed.  They would definitely be disappointed if they really just spent the afternoon collecting spores.