<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/joXEzs9.jpg?1)  </div>Stela Raynov<br/>Alignment: Chaotic Good<br/>Class: Unchained Rogue<br/>Myth-Weavers Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=688997)<br/><br/>Listening and enjoying the warmth from a cup of mulled wine, Stela is watching Kiera and Lydia over the steaming brim with a sated smile.  The stories always make her laugh-- as loudly as the rogue dares laugh, anyway... usually a sharp exhale followed by the long glimpse of her pearly teeth, punctuated by her four feral-like fangs, as she maintains a broad smile.  Her slender tail undulates happily at the moment, and she seems content and thrilled by their recent success, beaming in her quiet and unobtrusive way.<br/><br/>That demeanor fades, though her smile remains as a tight-lipped and wry certainty as Kierra sees to the obnoxious patron that accosts her.  Silent and careful as always, she rests her hand on the tabletop, and her compatriots know that she already has her shortswords at the ready-- though expertly hidden from view under the bracers that clad her slender forearms.  When the man is ushered away, there's a sigh of relief from her, accompanied by a soft shake of her head to resettle her nerves, and she tosses her coppery locks from her face as she returns to her resting position-- the mulled wine, almost forgotten, still wreathing her face with its steam and redolence of spices.<br/><br/>"I've got it," she says as the man is escorted away, and as smoothly as she had produced her blades, she slides a small stack of coins over the rough-hewn boards of the table to Kiera.  "Let me know if you need more." ((20 gold given)).<br/>*Local Knowledge Check* At 2016-01-25 20:16:13, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85010)<br/>"Barovia?" She thinks for a moment, and finds no recognition of the township.  "I've heard the name," she says, her eyes glinting like silver in the tavern lamps, "But I don't know it.  Might be a bluff," she says, angling her long neck to look over the scroll with its broken wax seal, "but the script looks official enough."  she shrugs, her cleavage displayed over the table and accentuating the casual gesture.  "Up to you girls," she says as she eases back, watching for her comrades' lead.<br/>