<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lB240Kg.jpg?1)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Penn Teegan</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>18<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=222317)<br/><hr/>Smirking back at Charna, Penn takes another grateful swallow from her mug before turning her attention to Anafa's group, studying them in her silent and insistent way, seeming to drink in their warmth despite taking no part... for now.<br/><br/>Soon, dice are being rolled, stories are becoming lies, and jokes are rolling from tongues like waters cascading faster with heavy rain.  Penn flips absently through a deck of cards on the table, hardly looking at the faces and symbols as they turn, one after another.<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>