<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/18edf132afb328d151687ba7a8a7e14f/tumblr_nqwh8pKmqE1tk4029o1_540.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Statblock</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 10 || Saves: +3<strong>F</strong>, +4<strong>R</strong>, +2<strong>W</strong><br/>AC: 15 || Flat: 14 || Touch: 12<br/>CMD: 12 || Flat CMD: 11<br/>Perception: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=77993) || Initiative: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=77994)<br/>Bardic performance: 8/8<br/>1st level bard Spells: 2/2<br/>Sheet: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=263680</div></div><hr/><br/>Teela's deft fingers glided over the strings of her instrument as she wheeled and cavorted around a battered old felt hat, putting on an energetic dance routine to go with her fiddling, wispy scarves trailing around her in a whirl. So far, the three pieces of copper she had seeded the hat with hadn't even doubled, in all the time she had been out. of course she wasn't the only busker playing this field, and even Teela had to admit, some were quite a bit better than she. After a few rounds, she scooped up the old floppy hat, plonked it onto her own short black curls, and made to see what the fair ha to offer beyond tasteless cheapskates.<br/><br/>"Try the goblish goulash," she pipes up near the other two women. "It tastes awful, but all the vinegar and peppers will keep you from noticing for a few hours at least." Big green eyes peer up at Vera and Eramis. For a moment, it looks as if she's tipping her hat to them - rather she's retrieving one of those scarce bits of copper, polishing it on her shirt sleeve before passing it over for a small fruit pie. The halfling visibly trembles at the first bite, siiiiighing contentedly "<em>So good</em>... " she smacks her lips, tonguing them clean of the pear-and-lemon filling. "The two of you look pretty tough. Any chance of seeing you in some of the games?" Her head tilts towards the people gathered that way, her pink braid swaying.  Another bite, shifting from foot to foot. "Hi! I'm Teela, by the way. Teela Mayweather, expert sightseer, storyteller, and tour guide." Her thick, glossy brows rise, and she sticks out a small hand. "Not sure I've seen the two of you before, but - hey! - always new faces in sand Point this time of year!"