<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/bc/0b/82/bc0b82c0739a9badfa3357a54268c876.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Miranda (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266483.msg13144964#msg13144964)</span><br/><strong>Half-Elf Great Old One Warlock Level 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 11 / 11<br/>AC: 13<br/>Init: +2<br/>Saves: -1/2/3/0/3/5 (Str/Dex/Con/Int/Wis/Cha)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 1<br/><br/>Lv 0: Eldritch Blast, Prestidigitation<br/>Lv 1: Charm Person, Hellish Rebuke</div></div><hr/><br/>Rather than simply stand in the doorway, Miranda decided to move on in, taking a chair at one of the random tables and throwing up her feet as the mayor explained.  Although it was all new to her, it obviously bothered Miranda that this had been going on for about a month and the mayor hadn't done anything about it.<br/><br/>Hopefully another day wouldn't make a difference, but she was tired from the trip, and besides, it would be getting dark soon.  Miranda did not want to be out at night if it could at all be helped.<br/><br/>At the mention of not returning the calls, she paused for a moment, but picked up on the second possibility and let it go.  "Sounds like she'll be the first one we visit first thing tomorrow," Miranda said.  "Any chance you'll put us up for the night with food, drinks, and beds?"<br/><br/>As much as she tried to behave, people could usually tell there was something wrong with Miranda.  Maybe it was the way she kept glancing at the shadows in the room, or something in her eyes that demonstrated that panic-stricken fear didn't stop her from what needed to be done.  Most often, they just didn't want to bother with her, and would give her what she asked for, and in return, she did the best she could to keep the darkness away.