<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1b/BettyPost.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eri'Beta 'Betty' Vayne (https://ddb.ac/characters/41026022/5dmnRd)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shown<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>27/27 -<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Perception - 14 | Investigation - 13 | Insight - 11<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Betty arrived in the barrel room on her knees, as she had been when she'd witnessed her uncle draw his last breath.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared at the new floor beneath her and hitched in shaky breaths, attempting to quell the tumult of emotions within.  The tears shamed her, revealed her weakness, which she knew her uncle would disapprove of.  He didn't weep for all the loved ones he had lost, he got angry...he fought back and he turned his grief into power.<br/><br/>Biting her lower lip, she forced her shoulders to stiffen and quit their shaking, and armed the wetness from her face with a grunt.  It was time to be tough now, to do work and find a way to get back at those who had betrayed him.  She couldn't trust anyone, just as he'd warned her, and that didn't exclude those who had been teleported to the room alongside her.  Lifting her head, she thrust her chin out and rose to her feet, arms folding across her chest beneath the modest swell of her breasts.<br/><br/>"Mr. Preta is right.  We can't allow my uncle's work to be pilfered by those who destroyed him.  There may be knowledge among his things that can help..."  A thought occurred to her and she brightened considerably, turning to Iridis with wide, shining eyes.  "Perhaps even something which could resurrect both him<em>and</em>my aunt!  And...maybe even my mother and father.  Yes, we absolutely<em>must</em>get to his tower."