<div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/SeFfkMQ.png?1)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">General Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">Young man dressed in fine clothes.<br/>Longsword and backpack (w/<br/>supplies) slung over shoulder.</div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><strong>Arrian Galrin</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288301.msg14168811#msg14168811) (Mythweavers (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1590734))<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Isselbach Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>everyone near Alrun, Temerity; Open<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">SPELLS</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Spell Save DC</strong> 13; <strong>Attack</strong> +5<br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong> 1st (3/3)<br/><br/><strong>Cantrips:</strong> <em>eldritch blast, mage hand, minor illusion, vicious mockery</em><br/><strong>1st level:</strong> <em>armor of agathys, cure light wounds, disguise self, feather fall, heroism,<br/>        hex, shield, wrathful smite</em></div></div><hr/><br/>"Well, nothing so grand," grimaced Arrian at Ye'me's bombastic manner, though it was nicely nuanced in theatrics.  "Just another of life's hopefuls, hoping to strike it big at some point or other."<br/><br/>Arrian was going over the map, only half listening to the conversations around him, when his ears decided to pick up on Ye'me's words regarding<em>just us men</em>, who's sweeping gesture included Kirss and, undoubtedly Ye'me herself.  Now that he thought about it, and paid closer attention to Kirss' attire, maybe... just maybe, it was so.  But then he looked at Ye'me's attire, or substantial lack thereof, and was not quite able to reconcile the readhead's words with what his eyes saw.  His brain lock was substantial enough that he did not even realise the silent woman in the corner had introduced herself and departed.<br/><br/>By the time his wits had gathered again, an elf introduced himself.  Or was it herself?  Arrian's eyes took in the somewhat immodestly worn tunic, the androgynous appearance, and was thrown for a loop again.  Had he woken on the wrong side of bed?  His eyes fixed on Ilya.  Yes, there was at least one woman present.  Her and the pink haired-<br/><br/>Meo introduced herself.  Or rather<em>himself</em>.  The voice was lovely, but not from a girl.  Arrian scratched his chin in contemplation and returned his attention to the map whilst his brain imploded under the weight of manhood he had somehow,<em>somehow</em>mistaken for the fairer sex.  Somewhere in his mind, Jael laughed softly.<br/><br/>Alrun was choosing to move on, and it was probably all for the better really.  At least he had gotten employment and needn't spend the night playing flutist or Jael.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm about as ready as I can be," he sighed, putting aside all matters in his head.  "Let me snag some supplies before we can be off."<br/><br/>Going outside for a little air, he was almost surprised to see the midnight-haired woman waiting outside.  "Well, let's home this ends up being one of those low-danger for high-pay sort of things," he grinned at her before offering his hand.  "I'm Arrian."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">If time permits, Arrian will head off to the closest town shop where he can buy some supplies and hustles back.<br/><br/>Spending 2 gp for 2 rations and a bedroll, and 2 sp for a waterskin.</div></div>