<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DpqswaW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Andreaste (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1600940)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Arriving<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Andreaste climbed the stairs, her chainmail clinking and clattering as she went along. It was hot and stuffy in all this gear due to the jungle climate, but she'd gotten used to it in the few weeks she had been staying here. The High Elf was close enough with a few of the Merchant Princes here and made an effort to stop by and visit once every few years. Though, her friends were growing fewer and fewer as she began to outlive them. She greeted the dark skinned Chultan named Mowbula and followed her closely, a idle hand resting upon the hilt of her blade.<br/><br/>The paladin had been sent at the behest of a friend of a friend to investigate claims of race fixing, and such she intended on doing. Her eyes flitted over the pamphlet given to her by the Chultan, and while she didn't make a habit of gambling, placed a bet. Perhaps it could give her a greater insight to the way things worked around here.<br/><br/>"I'll put five gold on Nasty Boy", she said confidently, hearing good things about the dinosaur's jockey from a few of her upper class friends.<br/><br/>Race 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120754)<br/><br/>But alas, the dinosaur ran dead. Andreaste sighed at her lost, but thought nothing much of it.<br/><br/>"Greetings," she said in response to her dwarven and elven companions, "I am Andreaste. Unfortunately I'm yet to make any progress. There doesn't appear to be anything suspicious to the naked eye around". The paladin swept her keen eyes around the area to look for anything out of place.<br/><br/>Perception 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120755)