<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/syYDgBx/mithline-merfolk-avy.jpg)</div>Czigani Tala (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16108278#msg16108278)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action:</strong>Making her way toward the bard, Drip.<br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The tavern keeper’s voice was quite the contrast to the other that loomed nearby, giving Czigani a slightly more at-ease stance within the unfamiliar room and the creatures that inhabited it. The Triton nodded in appreciation for her hospitality and while the idea of a bath amused her in a profound way, the hot water would surely dry her skin and scales, causing far more discomfort than it was worth. Food, however, sounded like a more reasonable choice, and the aroma of whatever type of “stew” was cooking, wasn’t half bad.<br/><br/>The music and harmonious voice emanating from the Satyr was quite pleasant, even though their general mannerisms seemed off-putting initially. Music was something Czigani treasured, as it helped to bring balance to an otherwise chaotic situation, and facilitated mental clarity as well as sleep in times when it was needed. She had learned to play the pan flute years ago from her mother, who was quite the accomplished musician until her passing, and so the instrument itself was passed down to her daughter, who cherished it as a reminder of her mother’s love.<br/><br/>Czigani found herself drawn to the music and smiling ever so slightly, as she moved over to the table where the musician was sitting. Hesitant to say anything, for fear she may be disruptive, she merely stood there and listened as the melody took hold of her nerves and brought a peace that was needed in an uncertain circumstance.<br/><br/>And then the explosion came from the rear of the tavern, causing the Triton woman to quickly shift to a defensive posture, weapon at the ready, as though expecting resistance. But, the reality was far from what was expected, as the smoke cleared and the Dwarf who had been busy toiling away, seemed unaware that his clothing took the most damage.<br/><br/>She shook her head and half-smiled, relieved there was no need for alarm, as she turned back toward the Satyr. “You play beautifully.” She finally said to the other across the table, taking the earlier disruption as her cue to speak.