<br/><strong>Adventurer Info</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/wxtpNtWG/E6573864-230-D-4289-92-CB-771749046-C9-A.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Poppindale Mintwell<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Human/Cleric<br/><br/>Poppindale was almost as startled as her attackers as they fled back into the void from whence they came. She turned her head back and forth from where the little men had scampered to then back to where whatever creature had retracted it’s tentacle, as if watching a tennis match.<br/><br/>Her legs shook unsteadily as she hopped to her feet and dusted off her butt. Obviously, she was glad to be alive, but the wasted adrenaline left her disappointed on some weird masochistic level.<br/><br/>Poppy began strapping on her form fitting scale armor, lining the bronze brassiere up with her tanlines before cinching the corset tight. She studied the doors while lacing up her thigh high boots and had made her choice by the time she slipped her ceremonial robes ontop of her armor.<br/><br/>It seemed like a dream, but certainly didn’t feel like one. Most of her dreams involved sweet cakes and erotic oils. While the door labels were very vague, the one to the south with huts meant civilization. And people.<br/><br/>Poppy liked people. She was a people pleaser at heart, after all! It seemed entirely unlikely that she would find tentacle monsters and skittish yellow men there! And so she made her choice and pressed on towards the southern door.