<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/75cffc883b880012bf36b59287bcd191/tumblr_p7wo9yQi111v4fvg9o1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Jhessela Vanscasa (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1843842)</span><br/><em>Varisian Fighter, 1st level</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>|<strong>AC:</strong>20 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>- |<strong>Speed:</strong>20' |<strong>Effects:</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>Jhessela had been tempted to just ignore the missive. it's not that she wasn't curious, it's just that she had good cause to be paranoid. Still... Her purse ws light, and the offer of getting paid<em>just to show up</em>was even more tempting than listening to her paranoia. After arriving, she was not in the least bit ashamed to fill a hand with some of the cheese and charcuterie, munching as she explored the parlor. She was hungry, and it was there, after all. Of course, when the hosts came in and Jhessela's mouth was full of brie, that was a bit awkward. More so when the pretty elfin woman asked their introductions. While the others spoke, Jhessela kept her lips pressed tightly together, trying to not be obvious about clearing her snack away. Seems she had plenty of time, these other people were giving life stories! Neferi's miming of punches made her chuckle though. Two blue people, how... odd.<br/><br/>When she finally spoke, she had the rough accent of Underbridge in her voice. "I'm Jhessela. Born and raised here in Magnimar, uh." She cleared her throat, looking from the hosts to the others, then back. "I'm a... a guide, I guess. Show people around the city, teach them about our monuments, show them the local color." She pulls a face. "I don't know why so many Korvosans want to see the Shucked oyster, it's weird." For a tour guide, it might seem weird that she's, well.. armed and armored as she is.<br/><br/>she snapped her fingers, pointing at Shiela. "...Hey, we've met before. I think it was a couple years ago? In the Bazaar of Sails?" A gleam of mirth reached her eyes. "You lost your coin purse and I found it? Ahhhh..." Shiela might remember having her pockets picked in the market four or five years ago by a lanky Varisian urchin who, come to think of it, seems very familiar. Never did catch hte little guttersnipe... Jhessela cleared her throat. "Sorry about that. if it makes you feel better, you fed an orphan for a few days?"