<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a2/1d/76/a21d76248c6c02d451b05a74fa34b648--character-art-character-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessela Jones (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13418021#msg13418021)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern of the Three Sisters, (R10) eventually<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Muineth, Calitorn<br/><strong>HP:</strong>26/26<strong>Panache:</strong>3 / 3<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC: 17, TAC: 14, FFAC: 13, CMD: 16<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +1, Ref +9, Will +3, Init +4, Perc +7<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh aye. A shield's not a bad thing to have. But kinda hard putting down a foe with one." Her hand drops and pats the well cared for whip coiled at her hip, the weapon in good condition despite the obvious age and use. "Don't doubt the whip Lassie. Been a number o' folk that have done that to their regret." The grin on her lips is wide and friendly at Muineth's offer although it falls slightly on seeing the orcs and their growing rowdiness. "Expecting trouble from them? Or just a coincidence ya know someone by them?"  None the less she does follow the elvish woman, only pausing long enough to pass an order for food and some coins Felicia's way.<br/><br/>"I'll be here a bit. Havin' a spot o' trouble getting into the graces of one of these blasted guilds." She doesn't add much for a moment, eyes watching the harassment of the waitress for a moment before she snorts. "Found too much last dive. Last ruin I was in had far to many odd curses abounding."<br/><br/>The... man that Muineth leads her to is odd to say the least, fairly massive of build and greyish of hair but there was something... off. It was Muineth's greeting to the man that had her snickering, he was the one with the fox lass. A fox lass that was missing. "A whole minute? That's far more then a punishable offense. Why they might even send the bards after you." Her voice is lilting and teasing even as she reaches out to grasp one... clawed hand. Her brow had barely furrowed at the flickering of the man's image before his explanation registered and she nodded. "As was said I'm Tessela Jones. Traveler and troublemaker. She tilts her head slightly before shrugging. "While I've no grand boast as mastering my inner beast I have mastered whips." She pauses before leaning in, hands resting on the table as she stares at Calitorn. "Is it as hard as I've heard muttered? To master that which is within? The monks and priests always make it seem like some grand lifelong journey with no end."<br/>