<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/457190/goddesses_of_the_nature___wallpaper_by_sanguisgelidus-d5s4nyr.jpg?1431133681)</div><strong>HP</strong>110/110 /<strong>Init</strong>+11<br/><strong>AC</strong>21 /<strong>Touch</strong>17 /<strong>Flat-Footed</strong>16 /<strong>CMD</strong>23<br/><strong>Fort</strong>23 /<strong>Ref</strong>22 /<strong>Will</strong>28<br/><strong>Perception</strong>+21 /<strong>Sense Motive</strong>+7<br/><hr/><br/>Nessessa stared dreamily off into the crowd of the tavern despite being in the company of her companions, her chin resting in her hand and the nearly ever-present pleasant smile she wore stretching across her face. Occasionally, her aquamarine skin would catch a sliver of light cast by the fireplace, betraying the sheen of moisture it always bared against the light yet never to the touch. The light danced similarly across her hair, a mass of teal that was pulled back behind finned ears and stretched halfway down her back, weightily hugging the curve of her spine the entire way. To an outside observer, it would almost appear that Nessessa had been pulled out of the harbor's waters only moments ago, especially considering the garments she wore. The water druid had covered herself with a top cut from a fishing net, its surface overgrown with vegetation and coral that snaked through the material, with any gaps not covered by the natural growth patched with shells of varying colors and sizes. The top came just shy of touching a skirt of similar composition and despite the rough nature of the material, it never seemed to bother Nessessa in the slightest, even now as she shuffled around in her seat to a chorus of shells clattering against the wood.<br/><br/>The approach of the human child was enough to disturb Nessessa from her habit of people watching, pulling her away from her eavesdropping so that she could welcome the boy with a friendly smile and a polite wave of her hand. For now, she kept quiet, letting the boy speak his peace and allowing Emeric and Cindrana to reward him in their own ways. It was only when he put on his outdoor attire and left that Nessessa spoke up. "A shame humans cannot stay that way forever. Thirty years from now and the world and life itself will have lost all its wonder for that poor boy." Nessessa gave a wistful sigh and a shake of her head before looking back up to her comrades with a halfhearted smile. "At least it keeps us in business, right? Not too many child necromancers bent on world domination out there." Her smile slowly turned mischevious as thoughts drifted to her companions and their personal lives, a subject she found infinitely entertaining even if she had to twist their arms at times to extract the information. "We hardly speak of love. I don't suppose there are any proud parents at this table?"<br/><br/>The letter itself garners just as much attention as the love lives of those around her; the idea of someone being able to track the group's movements and know exactly where they'd be a week ahead of time was more than enough to pique her innate curiosity. Her smile returned as she glanced toward the letter, "I believe we have a stalker. It would be a pity if we wasted all of his efforts. Let's at least humor the man, if nothing else then to at least find out how he so accurately predicts both our movements and the weather a week in advance." Nessessa put on a mock defensive tone and pointed to herself with her thumb as she continued. "Besides, that last one is<em>my</em>job. Not going to let some apothecary hustle in on my turf. I say we break his legs." Nessessa jokingly pounded a fist against an open palm, looking around at the others with genuine mirth in her eyes to see what her companions thought about taking the bait laid out before them. It was painfully obvious that Nessessa wasn't taking the idea of drawing the attention of a future-predicting herbalist very seriously, preferring instead to make light of the situation, just like every other adventure set before them in the past.