<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Adina.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adina Vasilescu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Path to the Restlands<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amanda, The Funeral Procession<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+5<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 8 / 8 | <strong>AC:</strong> 18 (T: 13, FF: 15) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 14<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 ft. | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +8<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells (if you have them)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Spells Per Day:</strong> Level 1: 2/2<br/><strong>Known Spells:</strong> <br/>  Level 1: Magic Weapon, Weapons Against Evil<br/>  Level 0: Brand, Detect Magic, Disrupt Undead, Stabilize<br/></div></div></div></div><hr/>At first Adina didn't even realize that her fellow pallbearer was talking to her.  Slowly she focused on the question, turning her head slightly to look at the other woman.  She was an elf, and a very beautiful one at that.  For just a moment a strand of poetry comparing the woman's hair that of a well cooked crab, or perhaps a particularly fierce blister filled her sleep deprived mind before a wave of shame swept over her.  For once she was almost grateful for her accursed state of existence, as blood didn't readily pool to her cheeks to give away the shame of being attracted to a stranger while literally carrying the body of someone who had been so kind to her.<br/><br/>Pushing that aside, she thought about everything she knew about funerals from a lifetime raised in the church of Pharasma.  "I'm not sure... perhaps the gravediggers?"