<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LxmMkqC.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Arianna Brightstar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334326.msg15915522#msg15915522)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>45/45<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>EP:</strong>40/40<br/><br/><strong>Rolls made:</strong><br/>At 2021-07-14 22:17:32, Arianna (uid: 99) rolls: 2d20k1a4 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154493)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Arianna is just returning from her morning run to her modest apartment, five blocks from the Freelancer's Association, when she spots the letter.  Of course, her father has told her all about this particular trick -- she takes a careful step back, whispers the ever-handy<em>mage hand</em>spell (not bothering to make the hand invisible this time), and carefully pulls the letter out of her mailbox to examine it at a careful distance of twelve paces.  She's heard that some trap-makers are getting wise to the eleven-foot-pole thing.  Best to be safe.<br/><br/>...Apparently this is just a normal letter.  Shrugging, she pulls the note into her free hand as she unlocks the door, heading inside and dropping it on the table.  Idly, Arianna mutters a<em>prestidigitation</em>,gesturing to clean the dust and sweat from her body as she begins reading.<br/><br/>(She's regretted more than once that she just didn't have the talent to follow in her father's footsteps properly, but even the basics of the Art are a spectacular time-saver.)<br/><br/>The letter is a bit short on details, but a job is a job.  At least, it can't hurt to hear the client out and see what the offer is.  Arianna pauses for a moment, frowning.  Mistshine?  That name sounds familiar...