<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/ecd743aa-b751-48c0-86bc-d33576fe5f20/d6v5ll4-38454bcb-9f62-4fd4-8f56-8d5d0ad23a9f.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2VjZDc0M2FhLWI3NTEtNDhjMC04NmJjLWQzMzU3NmZlNWYyMFwvZDZ2NWxsNC0zODQ1NGJjYi05ZjYyLTRmZDQtOGY1Ni04ZDVkMGFkMjNhOWYuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.f_fHSh54jl_7s3WM7R_o3SdaUUr0zrT58HXCPyrCvkg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Rhea Twiceborn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301821.msg14750716#msg14750716)</span><br/><strong>Class</strong>: 1st Alchemist (Mixologist)<br/>AC: 13/12/11 Hit Die: 1d8+3 HP: 11<br/>Save: F:+4 R:+5 W:+0<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Rhea smiled as she listened to the young monk, she'd been burned by the underhanded weasely bastard like she had been. He'd burned her on the last run, leaving her behind to sleep out a truly epic hangover and work off the entire caravans tab. She picked up a mug, having just been informed that she'd finally paid off her debt today, using her tail and poured herself a mug as she looked around. She figured she would need a week or three to get a working stake up but once she had the next caravan would need folks to heal their wounded, make sure they had alchemical items for sale at every hamlet, village and thorp they passed.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose the little weasel still have my lab gear with him?" She asked as she sat down, taking the pitcher from her tail with her free hand as she finished pouring smoothly. Her looks were 'exotic' with a pale skin that never tanned, black eyes with red irises, a tail that at times seemly having a mind of its own. Her long nails were more claws than fingernails. She fixed the pince nez glasses on her nose with a sigh as she held up the mug and closed her eyes to reverently pray of it.<br/><br/><em>"Our Lager,<br/>Which art in barrels<br/>Hallowed be thy drink.<br/>Thy will be drunk,<br/>I will be drunk,<br/>At home as in the tavern.<br/>Give us this day our foamy head<br/>and forgive us our spillages<br/>as we forgive those that spill against us<br/>and lead us not into incarceration.<br/>But deliver us from hang-overs,<br/>for thine is the beer,<br/>The bitter and the lager<br/>forever and ever<br/>Barmen!"</em><br/><br/>She grinned as she took a long drink and put her drink down with a heartfelt sigh.<br/><br/>"Oh sorry.. my name is Rhea Twiceborn.. itinerant brewer, barkeep and alchemist. Dedicated to the noble goal of documenting all manner of spirits, lagers, toddies, and wines across the world." She purred as her tail 'waved' at Kaisen.