<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/35/cb/3a/35cb3ac7c6ea676714cb56a4b2e10351.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ebba Losho</span></span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Race/Class: Cacklebone Oracle 1 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1024676)<br/>Status: Normal<br/>Str: 14(+2) Dex: 14(+2) Con: 13(+1) Int: 14(+2) Wis: 10 Cha: 16(+3+)<br/>AC: 17  HP: 9  Init: +2</span><br/><hr/><br/>She watched the others join her on the estate, amusement crinkling the skin at the corners of her eyes and curling the edges of her full mouth.  The faint smirk bloomed into a full-blown smile revealing a great number of stark white teeth when she saw Myra, her raspy laughter filling the courtyard momentarily.  "Lespri would fall over dead from a heart attack if he could see me now, Myra.  And it's Ebba now.  I left behind my old name when I left the plains."  She strode forward and bent to hug the far-shorter woman, then straightened and shaded her eyes to look over the rest of them with a cocked brow.<br/><br/>"I assume we are all here for a job?  Well, hopefully he needs many hands of diverse skills, or at the very least allows us to fight one another to the death for the position."  Her voice was a low-pitched, husky drawl that conveyed both sarcasm and supreme chill at the same time, as if everything she said was both the wisdom of the ages and utter bullshit.