<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/liliya03.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;">Liliya Lonefang</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;">Wood Elf Ranger</span></div><div align="center">_______________________________________________________________</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6331) - HP: 8 - Current Objective: Trying to stay upright</span><br/><br/>Liliya squeaked slightly as the dwarf picked her up practically. She looks at him, "Wow, you're short..." like she was one to talk. She was only slightly taller then he was but a few inches. She could see over his head and that was what made him short. And even then it wasn't much that she could see over his head. She looks at the female that was standing there and waved her hand back and forth as if it was going to come off, slinging mud on the closest thing to her, the dwarf. "Hello," she said in a rather friendly tone. She looked at her hand that was still waving. Quickly her other hand moved up to stop it and pull it down to her side slapping the dwarf on the head with a wince. It hurt her hand more then the dwarf I'd bet.<br/><br/>Moving her hand to her mouth she sucked on the spot where she hit Drak only to realize she just gave herself a mouth full of mud. The reaction was hysterical to watch, an elf that looked like a dog with peanut butter on the roof of its mouth.