<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4f/Ithika_2.jpg/423px-Ithika_2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ithika<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Drow Female UC Rogue, Contractor</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>10 (12 vs traps)<br/><hr/><br/>Amid the street noise, the city's clamor and discordant chatter echoing around stone walls and hewn-wood rooftops, the one assuming herself the intended subject of 'lazy drow' overhears enough of the conversation on her way through the Inn's empty chamber to the back yard.  She's held, momentarily, by the warning hand of a stoic, clay-faced guard posing, unassumingly, as a boot-shine by the front door, but she draws back her cloak's hood with a reflexive squint against the piercing morning rays and he shrugs diffidently.  "I<i>guess</i>you'd be the blackelf they's waitin' on."  Drawing her hood back up, she can hear a man's snore from an alleyway across the path, so she's no difficulty picking up his mumbled "though you's more<i>gray</i>if I was to describe ya," as she swung the door closed on creaking hinges.<br/><br/>A brief nod to the morning inn-worker is all she offers, and he doesn't return her placid, doll-like smile.  If he did, he would find it uncomfortable, for her expression doesn't fade, or waver... it simply hangs at her lips like a gentle-looking doll's expression of contentment.  He looks away from her blue and gold eyes and simply jerks his thumb towards the back door, and if she's bothered by the return to the hazy morning light-- for her, like blinding noon to a hangover-- it doesn't show on the lower half of her face as she steps soundlessly up to the company, recognizing enough faces to be assured, and folds her hands before her hips to wait, patiently, as she watches Davriel for acknowledgment.  Her mouth remains subtly curved in a pleased expression, though her eyes look up from the hood's shadow like wide-drinking jewels to eat the sea.<br/><br/>At his first glance in her direction, if matched by a moment's pause in the conversation, she speaks pleasantly and without hesitation.  "<strong>I hope I didn't keep you waiting.</strong>"<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>None