<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GhFuQV8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>THE FLAME DANCER | BLAISE GABIETA </strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Tiefling  Gestalt (Cleric - Light Domain | Warlock - Hexblade) | Background: Entertainer | Neutral Good</span><br/><hr/>Blaise smiled at Roen appreciatively.   He was indeed clever to come up with that on the spot.  A little polish and she could imagine folk singing it in every tavern around.<br/><br/>Blaise thought over the proposal.  It was a job, and if ten gold could get them two weeks, twenty gold was a month.  Enough time to find anyone who still lived and begin to piece together a new troupe.  She wasn't an adventurer, though.  Even if her particular skills would suit the profession.<br/><br/>She have Roen a questioning look.  She didn't want to speak for him. He'd lived more of their shipwreck than she had.  She'd been unconscious and unable to remember most of it.  She still couldn't believe she had lost three days or more.<br/><br/><strong>"What do you think, Roen?"</strong>she studied the minstrels face for a long moment.<strong>"I'd hate to appear ungrateful,"</strong>she whispered to her fellow performer.  As close as Gundren was he probably heard.