<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/02vo2Ug.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stat Block</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stat</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Value</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Modifier</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Save</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>STR</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>12</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+1</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+1</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>DEX</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>16</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+6</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CON</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>14</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>INT</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>15</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>WIS</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>8</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>-1</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>-1</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CHA</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>18</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+4</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+7</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Armor Class:</strong> <em>14</em><br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> <em>15</em><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> <em>+3</em><br/><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> <em>+3</em><br/><br/><strong>Bishi:</strong> <em>243</em><br/><strong>Bijou:</strong> <em>30</em><br/><strong>Languages:</strong> <em>Common, Primordial, Draconic, Undercommon</em><br/><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Features</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Leave blank for now.</em><br/></div></div></div></div></div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Rushiya shal-Gilyen</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>36/36</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>NPCs</em><br/><strong>Mentioning</strong>:<em>NPCs</em><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh I'm exceptional." Rushiya said with an easy confidence as she continued to smile dotingly at the elf. She did truly adore scholars, and his comments about regretting destroying words had certainly won points with you. "You are right of course, Mr. Barnes merely said he was assisting now that I think of it. The Silverdraft are who he directed me to. It is my very dear pleasure to meet you Mr. Yannel." She was a scholar after all. Little things like who did what exactly were details. The books were the important part. She hoped Yannel would understand that, or if he were more like her not particularly care.<br/><br/>She had found that speaking softly and sweetly to surface dwellers put them at ease. They weren't so sensitive to the vibration of the sound as tritons were underwater, and took only the most basic emotional tones from her words. Oh if only she could show an elf what a triton opera could sound like. If only they could hear through her ears. She was lost in that beautiful thought for a moment before she returned to reality, her easy smile returning.<br/><br/>"Are you able to hire me Mr. Yannel?" She asked pleasantly. "I assure you I am qualified and very pleasant to work with." She was laying it on a little thick, sure, but not only did she need the job, she actually wanted it too. She had spent too long lost in cheap songs and intoxicants. It was time to return to what she truly loved. How many unread tales filled these walls once? How many could she read as she worked on them? She sighed happily at the though, imagining what the library would have looked like in all of its glory.