<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/HRv6Y7q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kotone "The Mockingbird"<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16 |<strong>HP:</strong>18 / 18 |<strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+5 |<strong>Stealth:</strong>+5 |<strong>Senses:</strong>Low Light Vision<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>2 / 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Beer, plotting and planning<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>(for combat use)<br/><hr/><hr/>Kotone smiled at the lovely ladies who occupied the booth before she sat beside them.  Her eyes had scanned over the various maps with curiosity before she heard the tale-tell signs that their patron had arrived.  She sipped at her chilled drink and rose it slightly in the dwarf's direction when he made comment about her performance.<br/><br/>Then it was all to business.<br/><br/>When he was done she simply shrugged.<strong>"I've already announced tonight would be the last show.  Seems time to move on, and yours is the only wagon planning on moving any time soon."</strong><br/><br/>She wasn't sure if his claims of fortune had any merit.  They likely had some.  She was in it for the story.  Even if they struck it rich, she'd continue to do what she was doing.  Maybe with more fanfare.  She wondered how many fireworks could she afford per show if this went off without a hitch.