<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0gfM4P5.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Molle Aliyev</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>15<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal-ish.<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=627666)<br/><hr/>Molle rubs her temple with one knuckle, looking again at the battlements.  "Our purpose is to find someplace suitable for the kingdoms, or to make the place<i>more</i>suitable."  She tears off a chunk of the fresh bread, studying it as she dips it into the stew.  "Tell us about--" she catches herself, "<i>Please</i>tell us about these bandits... what you have seen of them."  She meets the trader's eyes, then the trader's wife's.<br/>"I expect you have a number of dreadful stories of the havoc they've wrought? Murders, kidnappings and such?"<br/><br/>Realizing how that must sound, she clears her throat and says, "I mean, it would help if we understood their numbers, their methods...how they kill--" she lowers her head, and muttering to herelf "Gods.  I'm not helping am I..." she pops the soup-soaked bread into her mouth to shut herself up.<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>oops, no worries.