<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/high_elf___sketch_by_aurora_stylus-d4z4qd2_zps927a9d73.png)</div><strong>Evelynn</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=92442)<br/>HP 20/20, AC 16<br/>1 level-1 slot expended, mage armor, arcane ward 9/9 hp<br/>Raven familiar<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intelligence (history)</div><div class="spoiler_body">6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74651)<br/>Well this isn't good.</div></div><br/><br/>The world was a large place: even after a lifetime of plying her trade upon the seas, there were still some places Evelynn had not been to before. Llangefn was one such place. Still, this wasn't the first time she had visited a foreign culture, and she had a strategy that had served her well enough before: be polite, and when in doubt, bring along a gift. What with their recent windfall, the latter was no problem, and she chose a simple but well-crafted gold necklace gotten from the merfolk that should be a suitable gesture whether its recipient turned out to be man or woman, or even something else entirely.<br/><br/>A crystal-tipped walking-stick in her hand, a fur coat wrapped around her body and a raven on her shoulder, she arrived at the keep. The jarl on his throne, in the middle of his hall, was naturally the first thing to catch her attention. A close second was the couple fucking - no, making love - right out in the open, of all places. The elf felt her cheeks grow warm with an uncontrollable blush, although she told herself she would have to get used to it, the spectators cheering them on evidence that such behaviour was not only acceptable but even encouraged.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Varis was more well-versed in the local culture than Evelynn was, and she was more than happy to let him take the lead in negotiations. She paid careful attention to the exchange, picking up what she could about the local customs. She also didn't miss the way the Jarl's eyes lingered over her - it was something that she could exploit.<br/><br/>"Thank you, great Jarl, for sharing the warmth of your fire with us." Evelynn curtsied and shrugged off her heavy coat to prove her point, her raven taking flight from her shoulders as she did so, to roost among the rafters above. That her action also got rid of the bulky furs and showed off her figure, the dress she had on beneath being much clingier and sparser, was, of course, a completely unintentional happy coincidence. "I am Evelynn, captain of the<em>Dusk Strider</em>. A trader by trade am I, but in these dark times mutual profit must be protected by stalwart hearts and cold steel. Hence my companions: Varis, Anna, and Aria." She gestured to each of them in turn. From the inside of her discarded coat she retrieved the gold necklace. "The seas are dangerous, but the waves hold riches for the brave."<br/><br/><em>"We raven-feeders<br/>From long whale-road bring earth-corn<br/>Paid for with iron."</em><br/><br/>It was a short poem she had composed on the way to the keep just for this occasion, and it was technically telling the truth. It was hardly her fault if someone chose to interpret her words metaphorically rather than literally, after all. While reciting the lines, she stepped up to the Jarl to present her gift to him.