<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/13/9d/3c/139d3ce32fc96c91aa18acc9a44ef9cc.jpg)</div>Name: Gronnin Verdhart (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2025673)<br/>NG Half-Orc Fighter 1<br/>AC: 18, HP: 12, PP: 13<br/>Action Surge: 1/1, Second Wind: 1/1, Half-orc Resilience: 1/1<br/>Status: Normal<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Just water is fine for me." Gronnin said, looking between the faces she knew more familiarly in Kindra, briefly, Tinalia. The Rogue had a habit of knowing everyone, somehow, and it always impressed the Half-Orc. "What other strangers have come around? Good Tavernkeeper like yourself must hear a lot of whispers." She was not a particularly tactful woman, as was her way being a knight-in-waiting and a Half-Orc too. She pulled out a small handful of silver coins, at least a half-dozen, before placing them on the counter to grease the man's palms. If nothing else, at least her 'drinks' for the night would be paid for.