<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://tobiasmastgrave.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/darksorceress.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Mara<br/><strong>Location</strong>Don't Fall Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open, jacen<br/><strong>Content</strong>PG? Talky talk<br/><strong>Current Stats</strong>AC 15 (13 armor, 2 dex), passive Perception 10,<br/>[/hr]<br/><br/>Mara raises a single eyebrow at Jacen's averted face and reply, a tone of doubt threaded through her voice. "I see. Food yes. But I've also need ta talk to Gretch. So two birds, one lightning bolt." The waitresses arrival has her nodding, a smile curling her lips.<br/><br/>"Aye, it's been awhile. Schoolin' far away ya know. A meal be fine. 'specially after the show just had." While she may have been chattering with the waitress the small smirk curling her lips is quite firmly aimed at Jacen. A smirk that grows larger when the priest begins shoveling food down his throat.<br/><br/>"Ya do that whenever a cooks insulted? Or just when a pretty lass thinks ya don' like her food?"