<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses        <strong>AC:</strong> 14<br/><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20                      <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br/><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 4/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br/><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br/></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br/>Burning Hands<br/>Magic Missile<br/>Feather Fall<br/>Disguise Self<br/>Invisibility<br/>Tasha's Mind Whip<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Ahshala jumped with a startled gasp at the unexpected touch on the shoulder. A human she did not recognize relayed a message out of earshot of the farmer. It was all so very strange for her. Most people didn't see a slender elf in foreign clothing armed only with a book and think that she was the solution to their problems. Well, unless that person was like the nice lady a few towns back and looking for a tutor for her child. Ahshala politely declined.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, it looks like there's something I need to see to. Thank you for sharing your time and your stories. I very much enjoy speaking with the locals of this country." The elven scholar returned long enough to give the farmer a friendly nod and a wave of goodbye. It seemed like the polite thing to do rather than leaving the conversation hanging where she had left it before being asked to step away.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The flap of the tent was pushed aside and a scholarly looking elf poked her head inside. Her eyes looked about the interior, wary but curious. One could never be too careful about these things; 'looking for skilled hands' could have all sorts of meanings in the context of a man inviting a woman to his tent. She took a cautious step inside when she saw that she was not the only one that had been summoned to this meeting. Visible relief washed over her face.<br/><br/>Ahshala did her best to keep her attention on Overseer Viryian throughout his proposal. Once, her hand absently patted at a bag on her belt. Fifty gold coins<em>did</em>sound appealing in the face of a swiftly lightening purse. But even that distraction hardly compared to the other three people in the room with her. Ahshala kept her face forward, but her eyes always found their way to their corners, trying (and failing) to discreetly study the others. They seemed larger than life -- in the case of the man, literally so. Ahshala was already conjuring up a slew of questions to ask each of them.<br/><br/>"Umm...excuse me." Ahshala raised a hand to shoulder level and waved it to get the attention of the Overseer. "I think you're actually dealing with more than just one rogue tribe of centaurs. I was speaking with a man outside that said he traded with them in the past, and according to him, their behavior changed about a month ago when all the tribes gathered together for a meeting called by a centaur leader. Would that have anything to do with this change you've been seeing?"