<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://tobiasmastgrave.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/darksorceress.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Mara<br/><strong>Location</strong>Don't Fall Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Gretch<br/><strong>Content</strong>Creeper. Much creeper.<br/><strong>Current Stats</strong>AC 15 (13 armor, 2 dex), passive Perception 10,<br/><hr/><br/>Mara winces at Gretch's first exclamation before shaking her head, a rebuttal dying on her lips as he continues. The insinuations and the nod to the brass bed has lightning curling along her fingers although the shove out across the hall scatters her focus and disperses it harmlessly. His growl is met with one of her own, orange eyes starting to flicker with an inner light. Should he let her she surges up to poke one finger against his chest. "Didn't get kicked out 'cause her knickers was down. Got kicked out 'cause they fell over contraband ah was startin' ta sell!" Her head dips slightly and a rumbling growl shakes her, the gem strapped to the back of her hand flaring with light to match the glow of her eyes. "Came ta tell ya I failed. Both in spreadin' ya reach an' in learnin' full control."