<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/a74199b532055822b328615f5c5652af/tumblr_p192q1Bp6b1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Lily (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1432421)</strong></span><br/>Tiefling Rogue 1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Meandering the fairgrounds, Witch's booth, beer booth<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bard, open<br/><hr/><br/>Lily tensed when the woman reached for her hand, but reluctantly allowed it to be taken. Her brows scrunched together then the stones were cast and her palm was read. "You sure? I mean, there could be a little dirt on there, let me just... she licked the fingertips of her other hand and rubbed vigorously at her captive palm. "There, any better?" she gave a fragile little smile, which quickly deflated. "No? Uuuuugh, okay I...<em>WHAT?</em>Two gold?" her brows rocketed in alarm up as she withdrew her hand with a squawk, tucking it under her cloak, nice and safe. "I could buy a<em>house</em>in this village for that," she muttered, nose crinkling. "And I'm going to find out<em>anyway</em>... If I'm all<em>that</em>haunted, I probably<em>don't</em>wanna know what kinda doom and gloom is going to rain down on me. so... Nyuh!" Her lips set in a petulant little scowl, and there's a jingle of coins as she produces four silver pieces to pay for the palm reading, and got up from the table. She walked away, muttering about her future being two gold pieces poorer and none the wiser. Four silver poorer and mildly irritated was just a Tuesday.<br/><br/>She was just in time to catch the con with the goliath and the halfling arm wrestlers, actually giggling at the outcome. She had known<em>something</em>was up there. Once again she dabbled her finger into her cider, looking around. Well, there was dancing...<em>hah!</em>"I mean, I'm not a<em>bad</em>dancer," she mumbled aloud to herself, topaz-yellow eyes watching people who actually had the guts to get up and do something about it... Another dab of cider, before she lifted the cup for a real drink of it. Conveniently the refills were right to her left! A few copper were produced and she gave<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Bard</strong></span>a bit of a smile. "Hey, barreltender, got anything that's not that fresh?" That always killed 'em back in Yessol. Little fermentation humor...