<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Elf_cleric_by_sktneh-d7269wr.jpg)</div><strong>Ionia Evermead</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326953.msg15653932#msg15653932)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>current/max<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +8, Ref +6 Will +5<br/><strong>Resistances/Immunities:</strong>Imune to Sleep, +2 vs. charm.<strong>Senses:</strong>Low Light Vision<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Well, Arty," Ionia Evermead favored the androgynous assimar with a warm smile, "Seems we finally get to work together on your mission.  Have you met Wren?"  The golden haired beauty flashed the swashbuckler a smile, pink lips forming a kissable cupid's bow.  "Funny story, when I first met Wren I thought she was a simple tailor...  Well, a tailor who can enchant a dress is hardly simple, but we hit it off while standing in line to make a bid on some highly enchantable silks.  It was only a few weeks later when we got together for drinks and chowder and some bully boys under the influence of an oni put their hands where they didn't belong that I discovered how devastating she is with that rapier."<br/><br/>The elf girl regarded their employer with a soothing smile.  "Thank you for this opportunity, Goodman Mercans.  We won't let you down."