<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/203/16/950/women-fantasy-art-artwork-purple-hair-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tinalia von Grazen (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1722031)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>38/38 -<strong>AC:</strong>16 -<strong>Energy:</strong>40/40<br/><br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Knowledge Roll: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154495)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The latest caravan had come back with a pile of stones on it, some gems, but mostly raw stone of various cuts and materials, all for the stonecutter Artisans. Tinalia had personally gone on this one, as the caravan had gone deep into Dwarven lands, and she wondered if they might know more about the dragon that gave her the strange and wonderful powers she now enjoyed. Sadly, that secondary goal turned up only a dead end. This was alright, as her primary goal of trade and establishing relations with the dwarven kingdoms they visited was accomplished.<br/><br/>The Merchants' Guild had a Stablemaster, who had many jobs similar to a Harbormaster on the sea: Record the caravans that came in, enforce regulations, and also distribute messages to returning merchants. One such message landed in Tinalia's hands. A swift slash with her claws, and then a read of the letter. She didn't recognize the name, but the circumstances seemed a bit odd. One would expect an adventurer to want to head out immediately, not to enjoy a lavish meal first. But then again, adventurers were a strange bunch...just look at herself. Might as well join in, especially if she was inviting others.