<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 listened with silent curiosity as the others describe themselves, alternately surprised and intrigued by the eclectic group.  Other than the strange kobold they all seemed surprisingly capable of violence.  It made sense, of course - they had been summoned to combat this Whispering menace - but it was odd to the think of the kindly, doddering professor in the presence of warriors instead of books.  Even more strange to think of herself as one of them.  "I was trained in the sword and bow, of course, with the rest of the militia," she murmured, not wishing to make much of it: familiarity did not indicate a particular level of skill. "But mostly I'm a smith.  Tools, inlay, jewelry, that sort of thing."  It seemed so much less impressive than the others.  "I see well at night."<br/><br/>She wanted to say more, but wasn't sure how.  Her tainted blood was already discussed and she had no desire to turn her mother's rape into a bit of gossip.  Nor was she comfortable talking about the Sisters, but at length decided something should be said.  "I've had my own experiences with books," Aesa gestured at the once-locked tome, but shied away from touching it, "and I know a few uses of power."<br/><br/>With a smile, she turned to the plates, gathering them up and returning to the kitchen to clean.