<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/976975d596b333ced1998b790ddf11ad/tumblr_o16bzzyD2b1tk4029o2_1280.jpg)</div>Keely Truffwhizzit (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=686912)<br/>Female Gnome Kineticist (http://archivesofnethys.com/Classes.aspx?Class=Kineticist) 6<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 63/63 (0 NL) | <strong>AC</strong> 24 (<em>T.</em> 16, <em>FF</em> 20) | <strong>CMD</strong> 15<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +10 | <strong>Ref</strong> +10 | <strong>Will</strong> +4<br/><strong>Speed</strong> 20', fly 60' (normal) | <strong>Init</strong> +6<br/><strong>Active effects:</strong> Ring of Sustenance, Enveloping Winds</div></div><hr/><br/>Keely wasn't far behind Keira. her shorter legs put her behind-pace by nature, and her preferred method of travel brought too much gawking. The fringes and scarves she wore swished around her, as if in motion all their own, and a soft, sweet perfume of rose trailed after, masking a stranger, more exotic scent; the ever-so-faint whiff of ozone that seemed to always follow the gnome. Even after the innkeeper had ushered Keira to a table, Keely was looking up at the ham-fisted thug. "You know, you really ought to apologize," she informed him, her piping voice quiet, as if just for him. "It's hardly fair to be so hateful for someone's birth." she squinted and studied the large man, from jowl to gout. "Especially coming form a fellow who must have at least a few trollish ancestors. Yes?" A beaming smile, the sort of grim that couldn't hold a cruel thought in it. "Anyway, she's very nice."<br/><br/>And so saying, she pads over to the table, the cowrie-and-coin beaded sash around her waist jingling softly with each step that seems to barely touch the floor. "Well done!" She called to the women, and a lift of her small hand towards Ebron, who's sitting over there by himself. An agile, acrobatic hop took her onto the back of Stela's chair, peering over the other woman's shoulder, listening as Lydia read the note aloud. Her soft lips pressed together as she thought it over.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Information rolls!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I'm taking 10 on a Knowledge (Local) check about barovia, for a total of 17.<br/><br/>And just for grits and shiggles, let's have a Knowledge (nobility) check for the castle and its inhabitants!<br/>At 2016-01-27 23:42:55, Keely (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85123)</div></div><br/><br/>She kept one hand on the back-brace of Stela's chair, the other absently fiddling with the ancient seashell turned to opal she wore on her neck. "Well! I'm certainly well-rested. Even a little bored! There hasn't been a good storm or<em>anything</em>to tingle the senses around here for...<em>weeks</em>" More like four days, since the last thunderstorm. "So, I'll come along. But... How are you all? None of you died this time, did you? And if you did, did you<em>at least</em>pen a proper testament afterwards?"