<div class="floatright">(https://i.ibb.co/5kBrt8r/Hera-the-White.png)<br/></div><strong>Name</strong>: Hera the White (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=349604.msg16433393#msg16433393 date=1679604557)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 19/23<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<strong>XP</strong>: 3/8<br/><strong>Stats</strong>:  STR 16 (+2) DEX 13 (+1) CON 15 (+1) INT 9 (+0) WIS 12 (0) CHA 8 (-1)<br/><strong>Load</strong>: 8/14<br/><strong>Effects</strong>: Nude!<br/><hr/><br/>Hera the White pouts after the little elf as she rushes off too, presumably, ruin someone elses good time. She then frowns as she notices the good covered remnants of her tunic. She plucks it from the ground with two fingers and gives it a little shake, sending droplets of pink goop spattering the ground. With a soft growl she tosses the garment aside.<br/><br/>Once she is done she walks over to Kieri, doing her best not to fixate on the slim collection of plates that passed for armour.<br/><br/>“I, uh, am without clothes. Would you help me? Perhaps the tunics of these dragon men might be, uhm…” She blushes, then frowns at her own thick-headedness. “Might be,<em>adapted</em>. I think it is better to be a little clothed, no?” Her accent is thick with the sound of the cool mountain air and fast running rivers of her homeland. But her grasp of the common tongue is reasonable, if a little sluggish, sometimes.<br/><br/>She didn’t know why she felt compelled to speak to the fighter. Since they'd met, it seemed like everything she said was wrong. It always felt like she was dancing in a group, in the way the southern ladies did, but she was the only one who did not know the steps.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>I don’t know if this needs a move or a roll, but I’m okay with whatever you end up giving me GM.</strong></div></div>