<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/75cffc883b880012bf36b59287bcd191/tumblr_p7wo9yQi111v4fvg9o1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Jhessela Vanscasa (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1843842)</span><br/><em>Varisian Fighter, 1st level</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>13/13 |<strong>AC:</strong>20 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>|<strong>Speed:</strong>20' |<strong>Effects:</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>"That... Is not how I expected this conversation to go." Jhess had to cover her mouth to hide the budding laugh that was threatening to come from Fenster getting put on his ass by a single solitary boob. "Well, there you go, Fenster. Five gold sails and the first touch from a woman you've likely had since that stuff started growing on your eyeball." She crouched down by him, with a creak of leather and small scrape of steel from her armor. "I don't suppose you heard anything about anything Natalya might have<em>found</em>to get her friends so mad at her huh?" Her ebony brows climbed up. "I hope my friend doesn't have to titslap you again, it's a waste of a fine bosom."