<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/ed0c1c51b6662cda0ef7f92a4c723980/tumblr_odm1t15VXw1utyn51o1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Sella Lampwick</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=256432.msg12667760#msg12667760)<br/><hr/><br/>The corner of Sella's mouth ticked upward in a half-grin as everyone seemed to show up in one big, messy moment. And that poor gnome! Oh well, they're a tough bunch. She didn't seem to mind the halfling's leering at all. waggling her auburn brows in reply. She was about to say something, when then came a sudden dose of cat-woman to her table. And then... rats attack?<br/><br/>No... no. Just no. Sella leans her chair back until her shoulders touch the wall, playing her fingers over the strings of the guitar. It was only a happy accident that this gave her a good angle on the table-jumping princess' rump. "You know, times like this, I have to remind myself that this is all for the greater good," she chuckled.<br/><br/>We're doomed.<br/><br/>There was a solid<em>clunk</em>as she set her chair back on the floor, using the momentum to come to her feet. Her guitar was held in one hand, the other giving a friendly swat to the princess' backside. "C'mon, I'm not going to let this bunch out of my sight." Pat, pat... Hmmm. "Well, you won't have to worry about the critters scurrying up your pants leg, at least." She removed her hand with a smirk, smoothing down her own garment - a very similar cut to Poonjab's, though much more conservative.<br/><br/>"Any requests?" She called out as she struck a chord. She couldn't think of any good battle songs for killing rats. Frankly she couldn't think of any battles involving rats. She could at least imagine why, if there had been any, no one wrote a song, though.