<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/m0Jl1wU.gif?1)</div>Shrizizen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=7580) did not enjoy the extra attention paid on her in the tavern.  It seemed that most folk did not catch on to her being a dark elf yet, but even in that unfortunate event she was ready to dispense the story she gave many times to would-be<del>brain-dead racist killers</del>"reasonably afraid people."<br/><br/>"Oh no Mr. Knight, I'm under this paladin's protection," she once said as she was about to be drawn and quartered.  "She can vouch for my sincerity to leave my old life behind.  If you don't trust my honor, then trust hers!"<br/><br/>Sometimes they tried fighting anyway, at which point Shrizizen dropped her act and adopted her classic killing machine arts.  At Rose's insistence she had to settle with breaking arms instead of heads over unfortunate misunderstandings.<br/><br/>"Rose, they're talking about<em>us,</em>" Shrizizen whispered worriedly to her traveling companion.  "You ever hear drow-I mean elves-advertising their services of potential tomb-robbing and bloodletting all over town?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Child of Shadow stance is activated, if anyone asks she mentions that she's a shadowdancer in training.  "No, I don't have the Prestige class yet.  No, the billowing tendrils of darkness are flavor for my brooding anti-hero backstory." (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62427)</div></div>