<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/96/99/43/9699438930f6bfc6997dd631cc97f683.jpg)</div><em>Lyanna Ezzrix</em><br/>CG Tiefling Bard<br/>HP: 7 | AC: 13 | Init: +2 | Status: Normal<br/>Tagging:  Open | GM NPC<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For someone who stood out like a lynx at a lizard farm, Lyanna sure seemed to have settled in quickly. Muddale was hardly a tourist trap, judging by the goats in the street, the ragged straw hat on the guy leading them, and the veritable sea of mud she had to trudge through on the way past, but that suited her just fine. People like these lived simple and honest lives. She knew what to expect from them. That, and they had good bacon.<br/><br/>That was important. Lyanna was on her seventh piece, slipping the remaining half into her mouth and eyeing the patrons around her, when that man addressed her.<br/><br/>One thing these sorts of sleepy towns often lacked was<em>opportunity</em>. Unless you happened to stop by at a time of<em>happenings</em>, you could easily pass through with nothing to show for it but several fewer coppers cluttering your purse... but as fate would have it, happenings were happening indeed. At least, the old man gave her that sort of impression, and Lyanna wasn't about to let this chance escape her.<br/><br/>She pushed her plate away, stood with a smile, and bowed with a flourish. "Lyanna Ezzrix, at your service. What seems to be the problem?"