<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GplWqsu.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eli Cloudytwirls (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2589313)<br/><br/><em>Battle Actions</em><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It was on a dark and cloudless night that the low whine reached Eli as she wandered through a patch of thick forest, the skittering across her mind drawing a giggle as she glances around seeking the source. The fading, floating, and rotating however drew a small frown to her lips that only grew as she was suddenly among a number of odd and larger forms. At three foot even most everyone seemed to tower over the white haired lass, a light haze of glistening almost mist seemed to constantly swirl around her figure blurring the edge of her curvy figure. Her silver eyes flick about the room before she slips over to a nearby table, her knee high boots barely thumping against the floor. Tanned hands check the straps to her laden backpack before smoothing the wrinkles of her travel dress. Assured her belongings where still there she bounced the thick staff she carried from the crook of her elbow where it had been resting to her hands, fingers tracing the small carvings dotting the twisting length of heavy, dark wood before with a small nod she focuses back on the tall ones and the flowing conversations.<br/><br/>The explanations spilling from the woman with the golem's body and the furry man deer brought a smile to her lips, intent based entry enough to have her glancing around the cavern with far more curiosity in her eyes. Her peering about ends as a boom fills the air and a rather soot stained dwarf is launched out of a room, chiming giggles spilling from her as he exposes his ass after having claimed to be undamaged. Straightening up even as giggles still spill from her she glances around, a hand coming up to comb through the curls around her pointed ears and fix the feathers dangling from some of the strands.<br/><br/>Her brief foray in roaming the room quickly died off as the hammer wielding crusader's words to his masked companion registered, a brief smirk twisting her lips as she moved to examine a table near theirs. Her staff rests against the table as she fiddles with a chair as if trying to decide best how to climb it while keeping sight of them in the corner of one silvery eye. The Crusader would feel cobwebs brushing against his mind before bells chime, each ringing forming words that are and are not Darius's native tongue but easily understood. <Oh I wouldn't say you're not quite strange oh Crusader of the Dawnfather. You and your Friend are quite odd.><br/><br/>Slipping her pack off she rests it by her staff before shifting the chair a bit further, a frown on her lips as she glances at the tabletop. Frore herself feels a squirming sensation in the back of her neck before whispers writhe through her mind, echoing and twisting as words that are not words. <Such kind words you give him only to earn such mistrust. You'd almost think the Crusader was expecting you to set the building on fire while eating the bard alive.>