<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/89/2b/16892ba1fa31d3e691616359ddf33fac.png)</div><br/><strong>Echo Cafune (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2203601)</strong><br/><em>Changeling Rogue: Thief 3<br/>Health: 30/30, AC:16 </em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Bonus:</strong><br/><strong>Move:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/><hr/><br/>There was no doubt on anyone's mind that Aurora could captivate a room. As soon as her bow touched the strings, and her music filled the tavern, there wasn't a soul present whose attention wasn't captured by the lovely high elf. Then when she began singing, mugs rose and voices joined her's, as hardly a drunken soul could stand to miss out on the fun.<br/>A lovely note, when her voice harmonized with her fiddle, and the audience swooned. A step and twirl, and they rise from their seats to cheer. Just one song before whomever she wanted was eating out of the palm of her hand.<br/><br/>Tonight the<em>who</em>was a young count and his new bride. They had been out for a drink, when Aurora had noticed their fancy clothes and shining jewels. This was an upscale inn, after all, in a well to do, coastal city. There were many present in fine clothes, Aurora was one of them, but these two definitely stood out.<br/><br/>She sang them a song with a lovely tone, and a subtly raunchy undertone. Then joined them for a drink, or two. She bought the third. She told them stories. Made them laugh. Managed to make her giggle, while her husband grew a hungry smirk.<br/>The couple had a room at the inn already. The suite no less, on the second floor. With a great big, soft, feather bed, that was absolutely perfect for the count and his young wife to pass out on. Dead asleep, once that Drow sleeping poison took effect. And their Elven songstress disappeared without a trace.<br/><br/>In her place she left the white skinned, Echo, to keep them company while they slept. A wide, bright, smile spread across her featureless face as she rummaged through their drawers, cupboards, and chests, finding so many lovely trinkets that the pair really just didn't need.<br/>With her bag full of all the best things they brought, Echo left the snoring pair a little wave, pulling the window open. She would climb expertly into the open frame, and like so many times before she hopped out into the cool night air…<br/><br/>...but like never before, instead of the cool, hard, shingles of the rooftop, her feet found nothing but air. The sneaky changeling fell face first through an unseen portal, and sank into this unknown place with an elegant<strong>"WAAHH-!"</strong>