<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-lt0.pinterest.com/upload/68609594292752885_5RmvS5wS_b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Korsali Calanis</strong></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=161577.msg7484447#msg7484447) hp 14, Perception +2 (+2 vs undead)<br/><br/>"Well, perhaps once I am in need of a new weapon I will visit your shop, sir.  For now, I need to continue our investigation and questioning."  Korsali stood, taking her mask.  Figuring she should stay at the inn for now, she approached the bar patrons for their traditional lubricated tongues.  While she could be intense, she tried to look approachable as she mingled among them, asking about who has had trouble with the vandals or general news.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy gather information</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll 1+6=7, dammit.  First words were apparently, "We are all dying, quickly or slowly, your soul even now longs to escape the pudgy prison that is your body.  Before it does, tell me all you know."  She'll learn about the rats that have been bothering the drunk guy who can only afford to huff paint.</div></div>