<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a3/67/ad/a367ad8eb7c497c1bbad1b6b83e15529.jpg)</div><em>Tonnoia</em><br/>NG Human Monk<br/>HP: 10 | AC: 15 | Init: +3 | Status: Normal<br/>Tagging:  Open | GM NPC<br/><br/><hr/>Tonnoia is content to observe the atmosphere around her companions without comment, finding it wise not to draw attention to herself.  The locals already seemed to be casting their table suspicious looks already as it was, with none of them having done anything to provoke such a reaction, as far as she could tell.  Were this a place of higher caliber, she might think the gnome's eating habits were the cause for at least some of the looks, or at least she'd heard those of higher station prided themselves on manners.  Such a display reminded her of the time before the sisters had found her, when it was common to fight for scraps, and it wasn't unusual to see children eat the way the gnome was currently, as if it were her last meal.  The elf, on the other hand, seemed much more civilized, though Tonnoia kept her eyes on her own food, rather than look at the other two all that closely.  She didn't know either of them well, but it looked as if that might change.<br/><br/>She gave a nod of agreement to the elf's words, curious to at least what the stranger had to say.  Hopefully it would give them all something to do other than be stared at by the locals for the rest of the day, and if they were lucky, might earn them a bit of coin besides.<br/>