<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/high_elf___sketch_by_aurora_stylus-d4z4qd2_zps927a9d73.png)</div><strong>Evelynn</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=92442)<br/>HP 20/20, AC 16<br/>1 level-1 slot expended, mage armor, arcane ward 9/9 hp<br/>Raven familiar<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Evelynn didn't want to open her eyes; a most painful headache was pounding incessantly away at her temples, and if she went back to sleep maybe it would leave her alone...<br/><br/>She tried to pick through her throbbing head for memories to piece together what happened last night, with limited success. There had been mead, a lot of it, and gambling too, and Varis had gotten into a showdown of dice with the Jarl, and she had crawled into the Jarl's lap and blown on his dice for luck... and she hoped in hindsight that she hadn't blown anything else of his. Of course, she had gotten the idea from Aria, seeing her do the same with Varis, although if she managed to recall correctly Lightbinger... Lightbonger... Lightbearer breath proved to be the luckier kind. Then there was more mead and the rest of the night had been a fuzzy blur. It was getting too painful to try to dredge up more memories that had apparently holed up securely in the mists of alcohol-induced amnesia, so she gave up.<br/><br/>Instead Evelynn finally cracked one eye open, to find herself not alone. Apparently Aria had shared a similar fate, lucky breath notwithstanding. "<em>Et tu</em>, Aria?" Evelynn whispered as she got up, rubbing her temples in little circles and looking around. "A hell of a hangover, huh? ...Where are we?"