<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/3d/90/a73d9049f9f46da5e90aa8174a96cb69.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Iclyn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14831483#msg14831483)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:35/35<strong>Status</strong>: Seated with Speaker Seraphina<br/><strong>AC</strong>:15<strong>Tagging</strong>: Wren<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"That's good, Wren. I am saddened that I can no longer take a more direct approach in your training since I was called to become Speaker, but as always I trust in your devotion and determination. And you, Iclyn?" Seraphina's hard eyes turned to the Tiefling.<br/><br/>"I have been... troubled since the event, Speaker. To be transparent. Yesterday, I tried to heal a man who had fallen into a ditch and injured his leg but... but I could not bring the Matron's divine powers forth. I fear she has lost faith in me," Iclyn bowed her head.<br/><br/>"Myneria does not lose faith in her devout, they but lose faith in themselves. I believe it is<em>you</em>who doubts. You are among our finest clerics, Iclyn, and this cloud will pass over you. I know this," Seraphina reassured the priestess. Iclyn nodded with a sad smile.<br/><br/>"Now, to why I called you both here. Do you recall the young woman who was hung to death in the square a fortnight ago? The courtesan from the<em>Velvet Slit</em>."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>NPCs<br/>Tagging</strong>: Orlith, Selena<br/><br/>Pocic's eyes had gone buggy staring at the display in front of him. He'd never seen a stranger sight in all his days, but for some reason couldn't look away. With a bristling whack, Pocic was walloped upside the head by the end of a broom. Igrid had come up on his fast, as fast as she ever did when she was in a foul mood.<br/><br/>"Hey Horn-head, greenie. No ruttin' on the bar. Get ye a room!" The old hag bellowed. Pocic had already busied himself refilling the mug and sliding it back out of a morbid curiosity.