<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z3bjcot.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Eligia Crowe</span><br/><strong>Class: Cleric of Urgutehoa (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Eligia_Crowe.pdf)</strong><br/>AC: 14<br/>HP: 10<br/><hr/>Composing herself with a bit of effort, Eligia conducts a cursory search of each cell they pass by, noting if any, or all, appear locked, which contain materials that could hide remains or belongings, and observing the fundamental construction of the masonry.  "Sweet of you to notice," she calls, not specifying which part of the conversation she's addressing, "but I assure you, I find<em>all</em>matter pleasures enjoyable.  I simply find beauty in some dark corners... places one has to explore, where the light doesn't reach on its own."  The flickering torchlight briefly illuminates her alabaster skin with an amber glow, and sends sparks in her black eyes as she turns her gaze back toward Flint, giving him a wan smile, closing one eye very subtly, before turning back to her search.