<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kC9ynp4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Faybyn Stronghollow (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2490620)</span></strong></span><br/>Shifter (F) Warlock  (6'4 230lb.)<br/><strong>AC:</strong>14<strong>HP:</strong>9<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>13<strong>Spell Slots:</strong>1/1<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The young scholars would be easily forgiven for thinking Faybyn was a soldier. Not only did she posses a truly imposing stature, standing at least 6 feet tall just from a glancing measurement, but her endowed figure was bound tight in leather armor, with no less than 5 weapons strapped across her person, including a rather heavy looking war hammer hanging from her hip. Beyond that she just carried the aura of someone who had seen combat before, or at least had engaged in great violence, as the eye-patch would further suggest. However despite these hard edges, there was an undeniable grace and beauty to her as well, and while she was decked out as though prepared to storm a battlefield, she was almost paradoxically well groomed and decorated, from her painted lips to the various strange-yet-artful ornamentations she wore.<br/><br/>As the two speculated about her origins they would notice one of her ears twitch, catching their conversation. Suddenly her lone eye would sharply dart over to meet Aramis's gaze. From the shadow of her bangs her cerulean eye appeared to dimly glow, giving her stare a more threatening edge. Though after a split-second stare down the shifter didn't give him a look of offense or annoyance, but rather a surprisingly gentle smile. She was quick to turn her attention back to their task, however, vanishing into the room without a word.<br/><br/>Faybyn rose a brow as they entered the study only to be greeted by absence, "Out on a break I suppose?" she mused with a small shrug. It wasn't like they had made a formal appointment or anything, so it wasn't too strange that he wasn't exactly where he was expected. With that in mind she would seek out a free chair, or some other place to sit, and took a seat, prepared to wait for him to return.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>GM Notice: .