<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CthB204.png)</div><strong>Andrea Apaza</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1180223)<br/><em>Acolyte Aasimar Cleric 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emperor's Flagon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aelen, Malaki, the trap party, Open<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">level 1: Bless, Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Guiding Bolt, Protection from Good and Evil, Sanctuary</div></div><hr/><br/>Andrea smiled quietly in the storyteller's direction, fingers gently feeling the ridges of a small stone symbol of the sun (https://image.shutterstock.com/z/stock-photo-sun-stone-or-aztec-calendar-on-white-background-116649376.jpg). He kind of knew that the story couldn't be all true, but the excitement and enthusiasm of the crazy old tavern fabulist had a strange charm to to it. Parts of it could be true. There were some old buildings on the Northern side near the palisades that had been replaced after a fire, but a Balor? The warm purple eyes shifted their smile towards Aelen when the elf whispered his doubts. Andrea let out a soft sigh.<br/><br/>He leaned in close. A few feathers hanging from strands of bright snowy hair tickled one of Aelen's ears. "No no Aelen. He is talking about a Balor," he whispered in a gentle guiding tone. "A balor is some kind of demon, or fiend thing - I don't really know." Realizing that the thing would be scary whether a demon or dragon Andrea hurried to add, "But surely we will be okay. There are many mighty people in this town. If something really bad happens they will protect us." He gave the elf's shoulder a reassuring pat. Even if they wouldn't, Andrea would. If anything dared to harm his friends he would pray as hard as it took to bring Pelor himself down to help.<br/><br/>A stranger sliding into flirt with Aelen made Andrea shuffle his butt a few inches further. His smile became a little reserved when Andrea measured Maki. These sorts of forward people of lowlands were the most dangerous. If you let them they might swoon you with their viles before you even notice. Andrea thumbed the sun symbol and asked Pelor for strength.<br/><br/>Sadly pray was really all he could do in their current circumstances. Another sadder sigh left the small Aasimar a bit hunched over, nearly sinking inside the fur poncho. He leaned towards rest of the party. "Nevermind Balors and dragons, I'm a little more worried about how we will go face little imps and bandits," Andrea admitted to his friends. "Or where we'll eat tomorrow. Maybe...  Maybe we could go to the clearing and see if we could find some herbs we could make into potions? A few weeks of herb picking and we could perhaps afford some second hand weapons for you."