<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/Hxbs0grj/Slave-Kumina3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaiah (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1864224)<br/><strong>Female, Alluran, Healer 9</strong><br/><strong>AC: 27 HP: 73/73</strong><br/><strong>Conditions: </strong>Endure Elements (natural), DR3/-<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Delaiah</strong>was about to answer to<strong>Dask's</strong>question, but they reached the bar and the noice levels rose, so she descided to wait to more private settings. When they moved tot he barkeep, she felt warmth as the raging emotions all around her blasted over her. Angel in disguise was of no help really, as she was going through her own condition.<strong>Delaiah</strong>shaked her head slightly, when<strong>Dask</strong>asked for an room, as she still remembered her late master. He was able to turn any place into magnificent magical mansion, with simple conjuration, when ever he needed privacy.<br/><br/>Still, as the barkeeper was standing more of the side, where the noice was lower,<strong> Delaiah </strong>answered.<strong>"Owner, you asked about my skills. I indeed possess many skills. What comes to talents, I am not really athletic, but I know many languages and customs of the world before. I have encountered many natural creatures and know their ways and I have been granted entrance to feywild ones, so I can tell you about their ways aswell. All that I did, before entering this life of servitude, as you called it. Does that answer your question, Owner?"</strong>