<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/W5z41u2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xanavel<br/><strong>Race/Class:</strong>Tiefling Warlock<br/><strong>HP:</strong>18 |<strong>Armor:</strong>1<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Getting dressed<br/><br/>"Well... I'm not sure what that means, but I've a few good guesses," She smirked at Katra telling her she was intersex. And then everyone was hugging and talking about the other girl who died and whose fault it was... There was a weird pang in Xanavel's chest... Did she eat something spicy before the explosion? That must be it.<br/><br/>While the others had their teary reunion, she calmly gathered her clothes... Well, actually she bent over with her rear end pointed at everyone else, tail arced upward proactively,<em>invitingly</em>, perhaps, as she pulled her belongings from the pile; two-piece garment that might generously be called a robe if you wanted to be very technical, a wickedly pointed dagger with an onyx skull pommel, and a vial of murky greenish<em>stuff</em>.<br/><br/>"This is all that made it? Damn...<em>damn</em>. Well, I guess I can't complain." She turned then to look at Cass with a smile, showing one sharp canine. "Most people don't get to start over after dying. Thank you. So. What now?" she asked as she nudged her small breasts into place under the top portion of her garment.