<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BLLhViO.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mae (https://ddb.ac/characters/36326751/jLOkcf)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>17/17 -<strong>AC:</strong>12 (15 with Mage Armor)<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 2/2<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/>The half-elf raises an eyebrow to the presented request, "while I am not a business minded individual, surely a 'crack in reality' with no mundane way in or out is a poor location for an inn, would it not be? And further, you say that you are not the one that brought us here, which prompts me to ask - just how<em>did</em>we arrive here if not by your will? Are we to assume that subconsciously we invoked some sort of magic that pulled us out of reality? It all seems a bit far fetched - though I suppose stranger things have occurred..."<br/><br/>She breathes a sigh, looking out at the others brought here - taking note of those that would presumably be her traveling companions. "Well, I suppose many adventures begin with humble origins," she gives a small smile to the bard, "at least we aren't being tasked with clearing a cellar of rats, hm? Besides, convincing someone to set up an inn outside of reality as we know it is hardly an easy task - nigh impossible to any onlooker." Having said her piece, Mae turns her attention to the food, having ignored the smell it as long as her will would allow her.