<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sKxadyl.png)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Haysel Skeane (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1895771)<br/><strong>Setting:</strong>Lansite, Planet Cordovia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Road<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amalthea, Curra, Kye, Rosa, Senna, Thea<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>STAM:</strong>8/8<strong>RES:</strong>4/4<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong>Perception 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136680), Survival 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136681)<br/><hr/><br/>The last few days had seen the dwarf's head stuck in an expensive illustrated tome she'd bought on anatomy, giving her young mind numerous insights into natural locomotion that she intended to incorporate into her future designs, provided she could discover alchemical compounds that had the elasticity she required. Yet despite her research, the ginger would be happy to give her attention to her companions at a moment's notice, doubly so if it was Thea.<br/><br/>One thing that truly troubled Haysel however was the cold, or more accurately the lack of heat, the smith left wholly unprepared by a lifetime of days working around heat fierce enough to allow them to warp and work metal, followed by nights in taprooms warmed not only by the roaring fires, but by the body of those crammed around her. The result of all this being that the young woman spent most of her time with a heavy pelt wrapped around as much of her as tasks would allow and saw her nestle closer to her companions at night to share in their warm flesh.