<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c2/5a/5b/c25a5b9d4712a0ffad833f263d4d9023.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Aesa Wyrmborn</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237173.msg11677350#msg11677350)<br/>Dragon-Blooded Elven Arcanist 1 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=560159)<br/><hr/><br/>Aesa looked at the dwarf in something slightly akin to horror, her memory playing at his garbled words, trying to believe she'd misunderstood something.  Her mouth snapped shut once she realized it was hanging open.  "I...Kendra...we can ask someone tomorrow.  There's no need to talk about that!"  Describe her dead father's injuries in detail within hours of his burial?  Good grief.  The condescension barely registered after the callousness.<br/><br/>She didn't respond immediately to the elf.  She saw the logic in his thinking, although she didn't see a late night as a strain unworthy of a matter that Lorrimor had considered urgent enough to be worth his life.  Instead she waited to hear the others' thoughts.<br/><br/>