<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/584410753642004509/584418113119059968/wZ40NOv_2.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Xysera Faen'Tallar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 26/26<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3<br/><strong>Spell Slots: LVL 1</strong> – 3/4 <strong>LVL 2</strong> – 0/2<br/><strong>Sorcery Points:</strong> 0/3<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> 9 </div></div></div></div><br/>"Disagreement on... stuff. Hm." Xysera wondered, but wasn't interested in prying about it too much. They had just met after all. "Well, either way they likely had their own reasons for not being too enthusiastic about her being around. Perhaps just general distrust towards the... different." Xysera didn't have any particular thought as to the reason why, but saw no issue so long as she wasn't being harassed over it.<br/><br/>"For now, it seems our desires align to a point. Perhaps we could... Stay together a while? These lands seem to be rife with danger, and I'd appreciate such strength and beauty to help things along."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Shortly after, one of the tavern maids approached the adventurer's table unbidden, carrying a tray of tankards aloft. "We uhm, wanted to give you something. For protecting us." So quick to forget that the tavern had a score of peasants hiding out inside of it, along with the workers of the tavern. Whether it was the intent or not, the three of them had kept those sneaky orcs out of the tavern, and stopped a rampaging ogre.