<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f4/c9/3b/f4c93b6bf4ac42f7ef58b4186ddc4a86.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Level</strong>: 1</td><td><strong>Xp</strong>: 0/8</td><td><strong>Coin</strong>: 0</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Armor</strong>: 1</td><td><strong>HP</strong>: 27/27</td><td><strong>Load</strong>: 4/14</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Str</strong>: 16 (+2)</td><td><strong>Dex</strong>: 13 (+1)</td><td><strong>Con</strong>: 15 (+1)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Int</strong>: 8 (-1)</td><td><strong>Wis</strong>: 10 (+0)</td><td><strong>Cha</strong>: 9 (+0)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Nin Nunrui (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318428.msg15339245#msg15339245)</span><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Passage of time to a strange house!<br/><hr/><br/>Nin's drying pauses as Mazz splutters denials, an impish grin curling her lips. "Ya sure wine's all ya drank in the Inn? Did ya take up runnin' about nude then?" She pauses and glances over at her spread out clothes. "Or did ya run inta more of the druggies?"<br/><br/>As questions are somewhat answered and the group are led to the old church she doesn't bother dressing. Or informing Mazz of the splinter in her, mearly gathering up the wet garments and carrying them over one shoulder as she follows along with a small smirk curling her lips. Settling in for the night she's quick to sprawl out nude in one corner, pack nearby and finally dry garb used as a pillow. The chill that quite suddenly fills the area has her slowly sitting up, glowing eyes casting about before locking on Mirwen's form before she settles back down.<br/><br/>The next morning has her clad once more in leather and cloak as the group is led to the large mansion, her gaze curious as the townsfolk slowly scamper away. The building's theatrics has her eyes narrowing before she smirks, a finger pointing towards Mazz. "She's better at that crap." Rolling her shoulders she moves into the building with the others, boots thumping across the wooden floor before rugs muffle her steps. She stays by Mirwen as the elven woman searches for traps. "Looks like one of those fancy places where the lord's in love with his self. All the mirrors about."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/></div></div>