<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/StaciePost.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Stacie Anne Bloodglut</span></span><br/>Level 1 Human Barbierian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481525)</div><hr/><br/>Stacie looks sweetly confused at the gnome's joke and glances behind her, as if expecting two more people to be there.  She might be bad at numbers and such, but she at least knew one was different from three.  Not seeing anyone else, she turns back and looks quite concerned, bending a bit to whisper to the gnome.  "I don't wanna embarrass you, Mister.  Desna knows I have trouble with math and stuff, so I totally get how bad it feels to have your mistakes pointed out and junk...but, I'm just one person, not three...see?"  She holds up a hand, and raises three fingers, pointing to each one in turn as she counts aloud.  "One, two, three..."  Then she points one finger at herself with an encouraging smile.  "One..."<br/><br/>Straightening, confident she had helped the poor, addled bard, she tosses her hair back over her shoulder.  Her eyes drop to the other gnome who joins them and she flashes him a wide, sparkling smile full of straight, white teeth.  "Hi!  I'm Stacie Anne Bloodglut of the Sweet Valley P'shawrite tribe."<br/><br/>Her attention shifts back to Huevar and she sits so that she won't get a crick in her neck from staring down at him.  Taking her coin, she turns it over in her fingers as she tries to follow his description of the so-called perils, that didn't sound so perilous to her.  Studying the man on the back of the coin for a minute, she finally looks up in time to wave goodbye to the bar wench, then looks back to Huevar, brow furrowing and her lower lip plumping into a thoughtful pout.<br/><br/>"I don't get it.  Is the cat like...really big or somethin'?"<br/><br/>