<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cmdBT47.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aysha (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2482273)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>65/65 -<strong>AC:</strong>24 -<strong>Energy:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>Current Size:</strong>Medium<br/><strong>Current state:</strong>Physical<br/><strong>Current speed:</strong>60/60<br/><br/>Location: Freelance Guild Apartment, early morning.<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Hm?" Aysha looked up, the scowl still pushing her brow done in thought, as she turned her attention to Kyrios. "Yeah. Someone asking for a job this evening. Someone named Mel, trying a little to hard to write like a damn noble, all cordial and polite. Pffeh. If they sent for me, it better have monsters or something else to quest and slay. Or else someone's giving out my mail address and has no damn clue who I am. And that's a problem." Aysha crumpled up the letter in to a little ball, and stuffed in to a pouch on her belt.