<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Ilmlim</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=329381)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>119/119<br/><strong>AC:</strong>21 (flat 17, touch 14)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Disguise 35 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32086), Blindsight 60ft, invisible to darkvision<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Third Floor/8:30 a.m./Lird'yl/Elvas'thrae</strong><br/><br/>At the command of the matron, he sheathed his blades. The sound of metal sliding against metal was the loudest noise Ilmlim had made this day. When Lird'yl gestured to follow, he followed like the well train dog he pretended to be. Staying close on her heels, but without stepping on them, he entered the dining hall behind her. Still sticking to her close he followed her over to the table with Elvas. Ilmlim waited for her to be seated before sitting just to her right. Looking over the table he sized up the new house mage. Not really paying attention to the food at the table, but observing closely the two of them talking.