<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/74/ed/5e/74ed5eef10c825703fce975c55e5529c.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: gabriola;">Jazzy Feldspar</span></span></em></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1053846)<br/>CN Gnome Druid (Feyspeaker)<br/><em>low-light vision</em><br/><strong>Init:</strong>+2;<strong>Hp:</strong>10/10;<strong>Fey Magic SLAs</strong>: 4/4;<strong>Faerie Dragon SLAs</strong>: 6/6<br/><strong>AC</strong>18 (touch 13, flat-footed 16);<strong>Fort</strong>+4,<strong>Ref</strong>+2,<strong>Will</strong>+3<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Gnome, Sylvan, Druidic, Aklo, Draconic<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She cocked a brow at the proposal, and his name, her lips forming the syllables of his given name soundlessly, before cracking into a small grin.  "Anyone ever told you that your first name is incredibly satisfying to say?  Makes your lips and tongue do all sorts of interesting things, and then ends with a perky sort of trill.  Tih-muh-fay!  Tih-muh...tih-muh...faaaay!"  She beamed up at him and then shifted her gaze to the paper he was holding, lifting her hands to place one over her left breast and the other upright with the palm facing him.  "I do solemnly swear on all things vibrant, venomous, verdant and voluptuous that from this day forth, I will forswear all forms of banditry, calumny, thievery, highway robbery, wickedness, devilment, jackanappary, naughtiness and tomfoolery.  From now on, I will be a model citizen, helping old people cross the road, feeding the hungry, healing the sick, crafting crutches for the lame, bathing the infirm..."  She goes on like that for a while, almost seeming to be talking to herself, before finally snapping back with a blink.  "...enduring the insufferable.  Uhm...amen?"  She peered up at him with a slightly puzzled expression, as if she'd forgotten what she was doing and swearing for.  "Will that work?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Apparently it would, because she found herself in a room full of tall people, holding a stick in one hand and gnawing a roasted bird leg with the other.  They hadn't bothered feeding her in prison, since she was set to dangle and it likely seemed a waste, so after she'd been freed, one of her first stops was a tavern for food.  Her eyes wandered over the others with their green sticks and she grinned around a mouthful of meat, swallowing before piping up.  "Oh, good...You all look sufficiently large enough for me to hide behind.  I hope none of you are allergic to frogs or gnomes, otherwise we might have to swap you out for someone in another group.  In fact...I wonder if we're allowed to do that.  Someone else might be more useful than a pretty man in fancy clothes or a cat woman."  She pretended to peer at the other groups with interest, her lips twitching in amusement and giving away her ruse.<br/><br/>Finally, she dropped the act with a snicker and offered forth the small hand not currently holding the leg of roast beast, beaming.  "I'm Jazzy Feldspar.  I ride a giant frog named Runt, but he's currently outside the city...something about people being frightened he might eat their kids.  Talk about paranoid parents.  I'm glad we got the Greenbelt.  It's way more interesting than those other boring places the others groups are going to.  They don't even have Greater Feathered Mantises or Voracious Thogwhomps in them.  Yaaa-aaawn."