<div class="floatright"><strong>Blodeuwedd</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1994552)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/Izer7T7.jpg)</div><br/>It took some time, yes, but eventually a somewhat soggy figure in a hood and what was almost certainly too little clothing for a storm pushed her way into the tavern, a large bag hanging off one shoulder and an honest-to-goodness farmer's scythe being used as a walking stick. A quick bobble of her soggy head, a whisper of the code phrase, and the rather fey-looking blonde was lead over to the table with the others. Big blue eyes tracked back and forth across the other assembled people, blinking owlishly, before she gave a wide smile (not quite fitting of the tense nature of their meeting).<br/><br/>"Blodeuwedd."<br/><br/>Her name presumably, in a whisper-y, singsong-y voice as she reached out with both hands to pull the mug in front of her closer. Oddness aside, the name was actually fairly well-known, especially amongst those from the smallest villages, as a traveling doctor and herbalist. Not the first person one would think about seeking to go dragonslaying, but here she was! She took a delicate sip of the drink, never losing eye-contact with the dwarf, before swallowing.<br/><br/>"No more, no less? This is all that we have?"