<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1075561770112004176/1076612333641666620/eynhilde_armor_s1.png)</div>Eryin Drexel, Squire of Harkenwold<br/>Character Sheet (https://pathbuilder2e.com/launch.html?build=330400)<br/>HP: 21/21 | AC: 18<br/>Perception: +7 | Stealth: +1 | Senses: human<br/>Active Effects:<br/>Actions:<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Adventure had been unfortunately light this season. Eryin had left Harkenwold to find a quet grand enough to earn her knighthood, but scattering bandits and goblins was hardly worthy enough to call herself a Knight. Maybe the journey back from the Vale to Harken would find more adventure, but, most of all, it would get her closer home as the autumn season approached. Eryin entered the taproom. Places of peasant gathering, she was no fan of. It may be her duty to protect the people, but that didn't mean she wanted to mingle with them. Eryin briefly spoke with the manager, recieved her directions to the table, and found it already seated by a... thing. Eryin's eyebrows furrowed for a moment when she looked at the near entirely white creature, trying to recall if she'd ever even seen such a thing. Maybe it was an elf? Elves can be weird. Eryin told herself it was probably an Elf, as she approached the table. Her own choice of drink was red wine.<br/><br/>And writing too! Surely this person she was going to be adventuring with, if for a short trip, was an elf. Strangeness and literacy. "What are you writing, miss...?" Eryin asked to Actii, assuming by the swell of the creature's bosom. Taking her own seat at the booth.