<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/ad0f07f9bf81e67f6b4a1773a6d9c6fa/tumblr_oqsxdvHPWw1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Velta of the Shundar-Quah (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1215351)</strong><br/><strong>Hp:</strong>10,<strong>AC:</strong>11 (touch 11, flat 10, CMD 14)<br/><strong>Location: Main Beach</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cannibalism jokes, donkey punches, and mild paranoia<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"And where are we?"</strong>She growled down at the pirate. A quick glance around, nostrils flaring. The lack of gulls still unsettled her a little, but she wasn't about to let on to that.<strong> "Well. Wherever we are, you're here too, to enjoy it with us. Now, shut the fuck up."</strong>She slapped the back of the man';s head back down into the gravel, and watched the pale elf kick a barrel full of child towards the fire.<strong>"Not often you see a load of veal delivered right to the fireside,"</strong>she remarked, showing Eiran a big smile full of sharp orcish teeth. She made no move to get up or do anything hostile though, busy letting the fire's warmth creep into her as she worked to undo the knots in the armor's lacings before they could harden into uselessness.