<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/MirtaGev-ERC.jpg)</div><strong>Linzi Madaline</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=679679)<br/><br/>Though she felt very nearly as out of place as the Jedi did here—doubly so as she was only here as a liaison to the ones who were actually interesting—Linzi warmed up quickly.  She sipped easily on a tumbler of brandy, and drank more freely from a glass of filtered ice water.  For her meal she ordered a spicy salad with strips of seasoned, griddle-fried Nerf.<br/><br/>Linzi started to ponder how she might join the conversation, preparing to expound upon the necessity of taking the fight tot he Neo-Crusaders.  The general's com beeped then.<br/><br/>At 2016-03-02 13:50:54, Linzi Madaline (uid: 16) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86272)<br/><br/>“A shame to be called away from such a fine dinner,” Linzi commented, “I noticed some intriguing deserts on the menu.”<em>And I was very good and ate a salad for my entree.</em><br/><br/>Sapphire eyes blinked, though.  The raven haired girl looked around, seeking out the other coms she'd caught the sound of beeping.<br/><br/>