<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/syYDgBx/mithline-merfolk-avy.jpg)</div>Czigani Tala (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16108278#msg16108278)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action:</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>What is this place?...</em><br/><br/>Uncertain thoughts only raced as the effects waned from whatever corrupt magic was used to transport the monk from her sanctum within the meditation tower of her home monastery, to the present state of things. Dizziness slowed and vision cleared as the Triton woman -still knelt down in her typical prayer position- quickly reached for the spear that remained by her side on the floor, and gripped it in both hands at the ready. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the strange new place from her vantage point across the tavern, seeing only a few others of various races, carrying both armor and weapons as though ready for some fight to come. But, none of them appeared to be of any immediate threat, nor really acknowledging her, as they went about their own business.<br/><br/>Czigani slowly rose to her feet, planting the butt end of the spear against the dusty wooden floor as she smoothed out her dark, tattered cloak and simply looked on in amazement and awe. What terrible spell has been cast on her? Or, perhaps, was this a vision from her extended time in meditation? Either way, her reverie was broken by the voice of the woman’s introduction, and the other creature’s comments as well, with a sudden cacophony of conversation erupting between each person in the tavern. It was all too much too soon for the Triton, and she found herself closing her eyes for a moment hoping it was all a dream, until the voice of one called “Prime”, spoke to her telepathically in a firm, yet reassuring tone.<br/><br/><em>“All will be revealed soon enough. You are not here by coincidence.”</em><br/><br/>Czigani opened her eyes to see a nod come from the one who spoke to her from across the large room. While she couldn’t quite understand any of what transpired, she merely observed for the next few minutes, listening to others who had similar questions, and gathering what information she could. Even the Satyr, whose brash mannerisms did not bode well with the Triton, at least seemed to make some sense of it all in their own way.