<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 had spent the walk looking around with open curiosity, and had even briefly darted away from the group to stroke the sleeping cat with a wide smile.  Planting a kiss on its nose, she rejoined the others and allowed them to lead the way to their destination, trusting that the gnome with the map knew where they were going.<br/><br/>When they reached the door, she peered at the brass plaque and tilted her head, full lips moving slightly as she silently sounded out the words stamped in it.  Well, enough to figure out that they were where they were meant to be, then she peers up at the building the door is set in.<br/><br/>"Oh...well, it just seemed like a good idea, ya'know?  I've never had to fill out an application to fight stuff before, but I figure that means they only want the best of the best, ya'know?  Well, that probably means that I'm gonna get really good real fast, and then I can free my people and stuff.  Why'd you join?"