<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dahlya<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Street Bazaar<br/>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●  2nd - ●●</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Oh," he said, forgetting his choice of meats as the bendiest elf he'd ever laid eyes upon came into full view, "speak of a devil and she shall appear..." Clearly he was hungry for something more satisfying than some questionable sandwiches.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Peception 15, Acrobatics 5</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Oloven rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br/>Comment: Perception<br/>Result: 12, <br/>Total: 15<br/><br/>Roll Result: Oloven rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Acrobatics<br/>Result: 3, <br/>Total: 5</div></div><br/><br/>In his musings, he was still somewhat aware of his surroundings, but the weight of the case in hands left him less than dexterous--especially compared to the elven beauty before them.