<div style="text-align: right;">Abigail                                             (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1143765)</div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Real Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Druid.png)<br/>Standing over 8 feet tall</div></div>                                 </div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f7/26/0a/f7260a1e5eac98df28159deb5254505f.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Abigail approached with Meriele to the table where the human was sitting alone, she didn't looked like a bad person or as insistent about being around her as the odd couple she met outside so was able to relax a little yet she looked at the door hoping those two were not following her.<br/><br/>Her embarrassment quickly returned though as she was called Abby but she just lowered her head shyly and didn't said a word. Walking closer to the chair she was offered she sat between the half elf and the human with own hands hidden between her legs, that subtle movement did wonders to accentuate her overly exposed bosom which despite her wearing a medium armor seemed to overflow generously through her ample cleavage.<br/><br/>Indeed she felt herself a little lost not that she really but with so much hustle around who could blame her, she stuttered as if she tried to said anything but Meriele did first and there really was nothing she wanted to add right now, looking around for someone who could attend them Abigail made a sign to one of the bar maid to come closer so she could ask for the one of their strong drinks for her and her acquaintances as well, she couldn't be as rude as to drink all by herself.