<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/w0Ixvtd.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delphina 'Del' Briglaine<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18|<strong>HP:</strong>17 / 17 |<strong>Conditions:</strong>-<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+5 |<strong>Stealth:</strong>+7 |<strong>Senses:</strong>-<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Actii, Nigel, Eryin<br/><strong>Content:</strong>-<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>-<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Sorry, lads. Duty calls." Del rose from her place on the bench, a few protests coming from the assembled group of inebriated rogues. A placating gesture that asked the men to bring the volume down achieved just that, and Del offered a disarming smile. "No worries. We'll pick this up another time. If all goes well, drinks'll be on me." There was a brief uproar of cheers. Del took that as her opportunity to step away from the table. It wasn't long before conversation turned back to the usual bawdy topics the group passed around when they were in their cups and not in the presence of a lady.<br/><br/>The woman in black leather strode up to the booth of gathered adventurers, one hand resting on the hilt of a finely crafted rapier and the other clutching a drink that she had barely touched. The stance wasn't meant for intimidation; Del had just seen a few of the city guards standing around in a similar manner and thought it looked cool. Intimidation wasn't really the first card played from Del's deck anyway. Sure, she had been around when some of the boys decided to play a musical number on someone's fingers with a hammer, but that would remain another one of the aspects of the underworld that Del couldn't quite stomach.<br/><br/>"Oh, look at this one." Del's voice squeaked with a hint of girlish delight and her attention immediately went to the diminutive creature that had the look of a cornered mouse. "Look at his little oversized glasses. So adorable." If Nigel had hair to tousle, Del would have thoroughly tousled it. Instead, she had to settle for an enthusiastic head rub. The thief regarded the two others seated in the booth with a far more subdued nod of her head. The thought that Gundren had played a prank on her briefly crossed Del's mind. When she imagined adventurers, what she saw in front of her didn't match the image that she had dreamed up in her mind. Where was the ruggedly handsome knight with the perpetual five o'clock shadow and the cold exterior that she was supposed to melt away?<br/><br/>The fact remained that Gundren may have been jovial, but he wasn't a prankster. There was a decent chance that this was the crew Gundren had cobbled together, so Del decided to drop any preconceived notions she might hold and take things as they came. Del placed her drink on the table to free up a hand, but chose to remain standing at the edge of the table for now. "Folks around here call me Del. See the dwarf found a few more suckers. How did he get you lot roped into this?"