<div class="floatright">(https://images2.imgbox.com/7f/9d/Qce1i3fG_o.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Alice Fabre</strong><br/><strong>AC:</strong>18|<strong>HP:</strong>24/ 24|<strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+6 (+2 init)|<strong>Stealth:</strong>-1 |<strong>Senses: N/A</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All of group B<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Intrduction<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Seems the group was getting along handily already. While Alice was initially silent, she again looked to the Kobold. "She means its very nice." Is the easiest, or at least, simplest, way, to explain it. She too was a bit surprised that the Kobold was able to speak common, as well as be allowed in the tavern in the first place, but it was perhaps a welcome surprise. "I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Alice, and I've been told I'm pretty good at fighting. No promises though." After all, there was a difference between practice, and actually being in a life or death struggle.