<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z3bjcot.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Eligia Crowe</span><br/><strong>Class: Cleric of Urguthoa (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Eligia_Crowe.pdf)</strong><br/>AC: 14<br/>HP: 10<br/><hr/>Though the delicately, and perhaps morbidly, attractive waif at the table quirks an eyebrow with curiosity at the mention of mead, she's barely begun to concoct a way to acquire the whole lot of it when the landslide sends the building's occupants and contents rumbling askew.  ((Eligia perception, Result: 13, Total: 15)) So, instead of seizing a handful of girl, a bottle of spoiled sweet, and kicking out her chair invitingly, she merely remains posed more attentively in her chair, her quirked eyebrow quirking even more askew as she grips the chain at her throat, drawing forth a thin, iron pendant from the vest of her leather armor.<br/><br/>The medallion in her hand is vaguely obscured from view as fidgets with it, hinting at her pent-up curiosity.<br/><br/>"Oh my," she wonders aloud, with doll-like placidity.  Her eyes are wide as she scans the tavern windows, straightening her back for a better view.  "I wonder if anyone died..."