<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0gfM4P5.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Molle Aliyev</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>15<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal-ish.<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=627666)<br/><hr/>Molle whips around at Hamm's correction, stiffening with compunction, icy blue eyes huge and staring.  She blinks once or twice, searching Hamm's face as if she can't comprehend if she's caused offense, or if she's simply being informed...  "Oh," she says softly, sweeping the coins from the table as a flush darkens her tanned cheeks.  "I'm sorry."<br/><br/>She sits heavily down then beside Hamm, avoiding eye contact with the others for the moment.  Though most seem small beside him, Molle manages to shrink even more for the moment.  As always, she seems distracted, as if unable to separate the moment from the questions in her mind, from her concerns about the fort to the prospect of adventure beyond.<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>