<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/sPJS1dZ.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sora Davenlow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266483.msg13149263#msg13149263)</span><br/><strong>Air Genasi Bard 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 10 / 10<br/>AC: 14<br/>Init: +3<br/>Saves: -1/+5/+2/+1/+0/+4 (Str/Dex/Con/Int/Wis/Cha)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 2<br/><br/>Lv 0: Mage Hand, Vicious Mockery<br/>Lv 1: Cure Wounds, Faerie Fire, Feather Fall, Thunderwave</div></div><hr/>Sora glanced up at the run down exterior of the Last Light Pub and then back down at the slip of paper in her hand. Yeah, there was no denying that this was the place as much as she wished it wasn't. The blue-skinned woman put a hand on her hip and scrunched up her lips in thought. Any other time and she would have turned around and forgotten about this whole thing but there was a reward at the end of this road that was too priceless to pass up. With a sigh, Sora tucked the slip of paper away and stepped inside despite her better judgment.<br/><br/>She immediately regretted it. The first thing Sora noticed was the smell, a sour stench of alcohol and human bodies that assaulted her nose and caused her to flinch at the door. Being only part human had many more drawbacks than were immediately evident; her inability to adjust to the odor of human musk being just one of them. Sora didn't know any better way to describe it other than to say 'They just don't smell<em>right</em>.' Of course, her own body didn't have that problem; she carried the light scent of spring's first rain, forever unmarred by the aroma of sweat or the chemical cocktail a human body released to ever so slightly increase its chance of reproducing. They might not be able to notice it but Sora certainly did. Thankfully, her elemental side was more than capable of eliminating the inconvenience. With a steeling breath, Sora stepped forward, her chest never rising again with the need for air for the rest of her hopefully short stay.<br/><br/>As Sora cautiously made her way forward, the wooden floorboards of the pub beneath her feet refused to groan in protest as they normally would for any other. There was a lightness to the way she moved, a mixture of practiced dexterity, natural grace, and elemental sorcery. Sora cautiously ventured deeper still, her eyes darting this way and that, making it clear to any that observed her that she didn't belong here. 'Find Gerrad' the note said. 'He'll most likely be in the back.' Sora huffed. Whoever wrote this secret note of hers was positively terrible at giving directions. One thing was made clear at least: Gerrard traded in information and maps - maps that would get her to Ironmote before some sort of brutish and greedy mercenary type could smash up the really important stuff. There were far too many similarities between the development in Ironmote and the stories her father told of how she came to be his daughter for Sora to let a tragedy like that take place. She<em>had</em>to get there first.<br/><br/>Maybe if she looked lost enough, someone would get the idea and point her toward Gerrad? That was her plan so far at least. Better than taking the chance to talk with a crowd that was probably populated half by drunks and half by criminals. And there was definitely no way she was going to walk about and start prying open doors in search of a man whose appearance she didn't even know. Besides, she knew the reputation this place had; chances were she'd probably get an eyeful of something she'd never be able to unsee if she began barging into rooms like she owned the place. In her aimless wandering, Sora found herself passing by a table that was topped not with food and drink but with<em>paper</em>. Her heart froze, as did her steps. No. No no no no. Someone beat her. That was supposed to be<em>her</em>map.<br/><br/>"Excuse me." Sora stepped forward to those seated at the table, her voice soft and calming as she offered a practiced and polite smile. "I'm Sora Davenlow of the Starfall Scouts and I couldn't help but notice what you have there." With introductions out of the way, Sora dropped the facade and moved straight to business as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Look, I'm going to be upfront with you. I came here to get the map from Gerrad but since he apparently had<em>other</em>ideas, I'm willing to compromise. A relatively untouched cavern network doesn't fall into our lap every day and there's potentially too much history down there to leave the whole thing in the hands of a bunch of adventurers. Let me help you and see that the important stuff gets archived and, in exchange, I'll do what I can to see that your pockets are a little heavier when this is all said and done. Starfall is much more likely to be amenable to the demands of a well-mannered and cooperative bunch assisted by one of her own, wouldn't you say?"