<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/MaMcgAb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Anafa</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>24<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>16<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Drinking and dancing<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=224308)<br/><hr/>The halfling's eyes stared at the flitting cards, hypnotized by the practiced display, though lagging a little behind in their track until the card stands by itself on Penn's thumb.  She grins, looking like she wants to reach out and touch it, though the half-elf snaps it forward, spinning silently to pierce Anafa's shirt.  Blinking slightly, she follows its trajectory until she spies it sitting between the buttons and laughs.  Looking back up, she's equally enthralled by Penn's relaxed pose, eagerly jumping down to join her.<br/><br/>Climbing up on the bench beside the taller woman, Anafa unfastens the button trapping Penn's card, revealing the cleavage held only by the fit of her shirt and vest.  "I guess you won that button.  Any more card tricks for the rest?" she grins, stroking Penn's knee to admire her... boots.