<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://tobiasmastgrave.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/darksorceress.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Mara<br/><strong>Location</strong>Don't Fall Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>PG? Entry and Talky talk<br/><strong>Current Stats</strong>AC 15 (13 armor, 2 dex), passive Perception 10,<br/>[/hr]<br/><br/><br/>The woman that slips in the Inn is short and soft, her clothes older and worn while a thin pack rests on her back. There's a hesitance to her steps as she flags Gretch before settling herself down upon an empty seat within the upper tier of the Inn. As she waits she lets her gaze run around the room in curiosity, a shudder running through her when she meets the elven woman's gaze before dropping her eyes to the table. It takes her a few moments before she starts looking around, quite firmly avoiding the rather highbred woman's gaze.<br/><br/>The priest picking at his food draws her attention and she leans towards him, a small frown curling her lips at the seeming waste. "Don't remember Gretch bein' that bad a cook that someone wouldn't eat his grub." Should the priest turn to face her he'd be met by bright orange eyes peering curiously at him even as one hand taps at the top of her table.<br/>