<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/AliceNorset.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alice Norset<br/><strong>HP:</strong>38/38<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Energy:</strong>37/40<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Collecting tea.<br/><hr/><br/>Alice's head tilts at Ferrick's claim of pacifism before giving a small shrug. "A healer would find it easier to hold to such oaths. It is still an interesting choice to follow." The rest of the introductions draw a small nod from her although the armored figure's claim does gain a single raised brow.<br/><br/>Mel's sitting and jumping into the reason they gathered has her freezing in the motion of drawing her own chair back before giving the woman a long and searching look. "A book that opens a pathway? How very interesting. Would you be willing to tell us where you found such a thing? I will of course be joining you but such a curious thing to find."<br/><br/>As the talk immediately turns to the distribution of items she hums before turning and starting to walk towards the wall behind her chair. "Such a heavy discussion before the meal has even started. One should at least have a cup of tea to whet the tongue before such talks." The air before her ripples and twists as she approaches, liquid silver spilling out to spread in a large oval that stretched from the floor to just over her head and reflected her appearance as well as the room behind her. As she walked into the floating mirror the surface rippled and she sunk into it, the disturbed surface dragging along with her briefly before snapping back with a shiver that left it clear and showing another room. The room was stone with a collection of worn tables and other oddities such as a massive maul leaning against one paper covered table. What looked like an odd crossbow was hung upon the wall with a rack containing several spheres full of a green glowing liquid that churned and bubbled within its glass enclosure. Beneath the crossbow was a tangled assortment of hoses and glass pots, small stoves caused fluids to bubble and mix with it all leading to a large pot full of steaming green fluids.<br/><br/>She steps off to the side and there is the sound of glass clinking and liquid pouring before she reappears pushing a rickety cart loaded with tea cups and a fairly massive kettle that had steam wafting from the spout. Bringing the cart through the strange doorway she guides it to behind her chair where she uses the kettle to fill one of the cups with a steaming black liquid. Setting the cup by her plate she lifts the kettle and offers a smile towards the others at the table. "Would any of you care for a cup of tea? It's a new blend. Ceylon black tea blended with cherry extract and a touch of safflower."<br/><br/><br/>