<div class="floatright">(https://i.ibb.co/sJ7548s/elf-girl-partial.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ylena Daerleiru<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16 |<strong>HP:</strong>15 / 15 |<strong>Conditions:</strong>None<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+7 |<strong>Stealth:</strong>+5 |<strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Aceepting the offer<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Ylena's grin widened as the dwarf spoke, and then her eyes widened at the comment about the barmaids. As the mead was poured over the head of their erstwhile leader, her mouth fell open in an 'o' of shock and then a wince. The mead smelled nice and sweet, but she figured Gundren probably wasn't appreciating that at the moment. She fished a small towel out from the pack at her feet and passed it over to Sekko to hand to Gundren.<br/><br/>"Yes, your Common is quite interesting," she said to Sekko as a follow-up to Kotone's comment. "It can take a moment to parse, but it's quite. . . evocative."