<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/meQvtKQ.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Familiar: Croquette</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/vyPKvFe.jpg)</div></div></div>Groza Kaal (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2353289)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21<strong>AC:</strong>12<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorcerer: lv0. 5/5 - lv1. 4/4 <br/>Warmage: lv0. 6/6 -  lv1. 5/5</div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Golden Goblin -<strong>Tagging:</strong>Bastards<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>-Sense motive against Thurok's bluff 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151323)+1=16<br/>Will save against spell 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151324)+6=24<br/><hr/><br/>Groza beamed a smile back at the druid and reached down to start petting the friendly wolf. She had to hold back from immediately descending into puppy talk, lest she destroy the serious mood that was developing, but in her distraction she allowed some of the discussion slip over her head, including the dubiousness of rough looking man's reason for pursuing this shared mark of theirs.<br/><br/>The half-orc's scratching fingers would abruptly freeze, however, as the woman's next words snapped her back to attention. Father? She had thought maybe she might have some connection to him, but his child? Wait, if this person they were all talking about was really her father, then that meant the silver haired woman was...Groza shook her head, telling herself not to jump to any conclusions. It was possible this was all just a coincidence. Surely a prematurely greying deadbeat dad wasn't so rare that it's only happened once in all the world. Still the blue haired one had a point, coincidences like this were rarely random in a world where the Gods were so fond of meddling, and she would give Sylvia a small nod of agreement. She had to admit the thought that she may have a sister, when she thought her family had all gone with her mother's passing, made her chest flutter.<br/><br/>Though a very different feeling started to well in her chest as the drunkard chimed in again, sounding much more lucid as he recounted his target's crimes. A criminal? An attempted assassin? A worrisome look came over the green witch, finding it hard to accept what he was saying. No, she believed what he said was true, what she found hard to believe was that this man was actually her father. She knew he was not a good man, obviously he had abandoned her poor mother all alone in her time of need. But there was a large gap between walking out on your family and killing a king. Her mother's journal had painted him a free-spirited, if incorrigible sort, not a murderer. Maybe this really was just a coincidence and he wasn't who she was looking for after all. At least she was starting to hope it was.<br/><br/>"I see...well 5,000 gold is a hard offer to turn down. So what exactly would you have us do? Or where should we start?"