<div class="floatright">(https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/MwDpvvkYd73vtsLMlobb8gJKEymNLYVBQ7mfZ6IBqFY/%3Fwidth%3D483%26height%3D676/https/media.discordapp.net/attachments/678120453297930250/942610876907798528/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shael Elloth<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Monk<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>21/21<br/><hr/><br/><em>Shael narrows her eyes as the first flowers of flame blossom, the shattered shards of windowglass becoming a momentary collage of reds, oranges, and yellows as they wink here and there from where they were strewn across the inn's interior.  She sighed, taking several seconds to compose her thoughts, and then in a voice likely not meant to be overheard, she mutters </em>"But I just got IN out of the snow!  I hadn't even gotten my boots off yet!"<br/><br/><em>Then she is moving, her position having just entered meaning that she is also the first to emerge into the snow swept square outside.  Her voice would ring out, cold as the winds themselves, </em>"Someone deal with the fires!  The rest of you- gah... there's like more than I have fingers out here, don't leave me a-"<br/><br/><em>Whatever she was going to conclude with, her sentance cuts off as she approaches the closest bandit, crossing one leg before the other and spinning, doing a piroette in the dusting snow and coming around with one heavy boot, seeming to want to use her momentum to move straight into an attack, but the loose snow beneath her boot caused her pivot to slightly overcompensate, sending her kicking empty air two feet to the bandit in question's left!<br/><br/>Was that a blush?  Or was that anger?  Eh, regardless, definite redness on her cheeks...</em>