<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's chair still expertly teetered on the razor's edge between tipping backwards and falling forward, her elbow casually thrown over the chair's back. The apprentice scout raised a glass of water to her lips just as Rosey spoke - the perfect timing to hide a grin of amusement and a few silent chuckles. The awkward, sheltered girl routine had its downsides and its annoyances but there were moments when it was cute enough to force a smile out of Sora. Brannock's suggestion, however, nearly caused Sora to spit half of her drink across the table. The genasi's eyebrows rose in confusion behind her glass, her eyes following a trail from Brannock and to Leo. Did he think...? Sora's confusion quickly turned to panicked realization. No.<em>Gods no.</em>Leo was old enough to be her dad and might as well have been at times. "What do you think Rosey?" Sora did her best not to look bothered by Brannock's insinuations and doubtlessly did a much better job at hiding it than Rosey did - and probably would do with this second suggestion. If she freaked out at the thought of sharing a room with another woman, Sora could only imagine the terror that would race through her mind at sharing a room with Brannock.<br/><br/>"I will." Sora nodded toward Leo, though the waitress had stirred up more questions than she had answered - questions Sora intended to have answered. Catching the woman when she returned to refill drinks, Sora leaned toward her conspiratorially and whispered, "You wouldn't know where I could find that Parrick fellow, would you? I could do with a nice, friendly chat before heading to Ironmote."