<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c2/5a/5b/c25a5b9d4712a0ffad833f263d4d9023.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Aesa Wyrmborn</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237173.msg11677350#msg11677350)<br/>Dragon-Blooded Elven Arcanist 1 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=560159)<br/><hr/><br/>Aesa sleeps with the weariness of a long day but still wakes early, too well used to the life of an apprentice to remain in bed past dawn.  For the last ten years she had been expected to perform a host of morning duties to prepare the forge.  The particulars might have changed, but this seemed no different.  Fortunately others were at work on food and drink - never an interest of hers, although she was always willing to prepare something simple.<br/><br/>Instead she saw to the house, setting to work with a cloth, broom, a bit of cleaning magic and a simple cantrip for mending.  Such bits of power were simple and harmless enough, but welcome enough in most homes.  Her lips curled in wry humor, thinking of the old village women that would make signs at her red eyes in the streets, but appear eagerly enough at Oberin's back door with a few pennies whenever a chair leg broke or some window glass cracked during a freeze.<br/><br/>Only the most obvious problems earned Aesa's attention this morning, however, unless the others brought something to her attention.  It would be a busy day, and one that might require her to dust off some old knowledge.  When the meal and tea was finished, she thanked each of their creators politely, left those to rest who needed, and perched in a large wingback with her legs tucked up and her book of spells in hand.  She barely took her eyes from the page when the dwarf spoke.  "I wanted to find that false crypt by daylight; if it doesn't take long, I'll meet you at the church.  There may be records to look through."