<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Liraniel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2310017)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/Winter_witch.jpg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Level 1 Winter Witch<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>7<br/><strong>AC : </strong>13<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>Endure Elements - (Cold, Constant)<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Liraniel, or Lira for those she didn't want to hear mangle her name, hitched her backpack higher on her back and strode through the city gates, frowning as a slew of new, mostly unpleasant, smells assailed her nose.  She'd grown up away from the bustle and grime of larger settlements, after all, so this was all quite an... interesting experience for her as a result.  Of course, she knew next to nothing about this place, beyond what had drawn her here at least.  So she walked the streets, unable to help smiling slightly despite herself.  These people were in really good moods despite the fact many of them were likely to die soon.  That last hurrah before entering the fray, perhaps?  Still, she decided to enjoy herself just a tiny bit, grabbing some stall food, a nip of spiced cider, and kept on walking, looking around at all the new sights to see while she was at it.