<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MSvj0kD.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Yora Myst-Stake (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1988450)<br/><strong>HP: </strong>13/13<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Status: </strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Yora cautiously cast her gaze around the tavern as she stepped inside from the pouring rain. While the secrecy of this meeting had been assured multiple times, it was difficult to abandon one's paranoia given the dire consequences of being caught. While she may have known the courts like the back of her hand, she doubted she'd be able to win a trial for such a blatant case of treason as this, if she were even given a trial in the first place, which she was also highly doubtful of. Taking another step further inside, the goblin's hands would reach up for the hood of her cloak, but would abruptly stop, debating whether it'd be wise to remove it or not. On one hand, there were few goblins on the island that were of such high renown as her, and given her frankly breath taking beauty she tended to make a vivid impression on any who saw her. These two facts meant it would be very easy to identify her if their ruler's men caught wind of the meeting, which would be the end of her. On the other hand, if she spent the entire night with her hood drawn over her face, very obviously trying to mask her identity, that would only draw more suspicion to their group, perhaps leading to an investigation.<br/><br/>Deciding it'd be best to hide in plain sight, Yora pulled her hood down and gave a shake of her head, freeing her flowing ebony and ivory tresses, "I'll take a Martin's Shaken Ale..." she muttered as casually as she could to the halfling tavern wench, "Oh and a bottle of wine, the oldest and reddest you have" she said, deciding to place an actual order alongside the code word, both to look more natural and because her nerves could probably use it.<br/><br/>She was pointed towards the table, and was surprised to see someone else had already arrived, having assumed herself the most punctual. She regarded the woman with a raised brow. Yora didn't recognize her, which might not have meant much on one of the bigger continents with their sprawling capital cities, but Hrozenzi was a fairly small island, and Yora had seen a good majority of the faces on it. In addition to her skepticism, the goblin was also slightly taken off guard by the woman's eager greeting, "uh, yes ofcourse. The pleasure's all mine" she said, offering up her hand to the taller woman, "Well met Ms. Zanzibar, you're a mistake..." she greeted, before hopping up to take a seat of her own. Gazing at her mug the sorceress scrunched her nose, not finding the swill remotely appetizing. However knowing it would look mighty suspicious for the group to order such a strangely specific drink only to not drink them, Yora grabbed mug and took a few deep gulps just for appearances sake, "Ahh, blek...so, Ms. Zanzibar was it? What brings you out on such a beautiful night?" she said, planning to make veiled small talk to keep up their cover while they waited for the others. She would also take the time to get a better look at her new compatriot, gently touching her lips as she looked up and down, trying to get a read on her. Of course it could also be easily mistaken for Yora admiring the woman's beauty.<br/><br/><br/>