<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://tobiasmastgrave.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/darksorceress.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Mara<br/><strong>Location</strong>Don't Fall Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>PG? Talky talk<br/><strong>Current Stats</strong>AC 15 (13 armor, 2 dex), passive Perception 10,<br/>[/hr]<br/><br/>The priests startled rambling draws a grin to curl Mara's lips before she shakes her head with a snort. "Just got here so if he has I've not heard. 'sides doubt it be you ol' Gretch be upset with all things considered." Pausing she leans back before frowning slightly. "Not often ya see a priest down here with the troublemakers. If'n ya don' mind me askin' what brings you around here?" By this point she's twisted around in her seat to focus upon Jacen. She's even resting one hand upon his table, the gem set within the stiff looking leather of her glove seeming to gleam .<br/><br/>Her attention upon the priest is broken by the rather odd call of one of the other customers, the flickering of her gaze to find out what was going on eventually resting upon the hunter in the rather fancy and revealing dress. With wide eyes and cheeks slowly burning a bright red she slowly turns to look at the priest once more, a deep breath and a rough shake of her head helping to distract her from the hunter even if her first word is far more squeak like then she'd like. "WELL... Ummm... Well. Don't remember those kinda shows last I was here. Is that why you're here priest of no appetite."