<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/ca/15/4cca15742e0471901f0b7eae01de1f21.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dafina Forestbreeze (https://dicecloud.com/character/nFvYa6qH5wWZTEAeq/Dafina-Forestbreeze-Fin)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/23 -<strong>AC:</strong>12 (17 w/Shield)<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 2/2<strong>SP:</strong>3/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Bonus Action - Fluid ink<br/><hr/>Dafina sat quietly, absorbing all the information being exchanged during the group's conversation with Rayena. When the trousers dropped her scarlet eyebrows shot up. But no other overt reaction followed. There was no blushing. No crass jokes. Or playful ones even. Just a curious, inquisitive look as Breeze considered what she'd just learned and what she already knew from her constant traveling. She'd encountered worlds and cultures before with biological sexual systems that were not binary. So Rayena's way of being was not a surprise to her. But she was curious to understand how things worked in this world. Both biologically and socially.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the conversation had progressed. Suggestions were being thrown on how to get Rayena to Prime's cave. As usual Dafina couldn't understand a world Natasha was saying. And Drip's was his usual jolly bloke. Mae, who seemed like she might be the voice of reason in this group, also interjected. Touching on some of what Dafina herself was interested in.<br/><br/>When Rayena listed her conditions for leaving and the things the group might consider doing in order to achieve their grand escape, Breeze finally stood and approached the innkeeper. She had a cheeky grin on her face. The fact that Rayena had mentioned wives, plural, hadn't escaped her notice.<br/><br/><strong>"Rayena, guys... If I may interject here... We seem to have dropped dab smack in the middle of a very charged situation. Now, Rayena does seem the perfect fit for what Prime would need out of a tavern master. As Drip mentioned, we were led to believe we could go to Crossroads simply by wishing it. But, come on, Prime is about the most fickle creature out there. Could it really be that simple? Just poofing ourselves from here to there. Maybe we should test that theory first, before we put all our eggs in that basket. In the meantime, Rayena, our fair host, I have a proposition for you. Or would that be a proposal?!"</strong>Dafina wondered out-loud, wagging her eyebrows at Rayena. Suddenly all in attendance could see ink freely moving across Dafina's skin. Her hands, cleavage, neck and even her face. Like a sea of color, shifting and alive.<strong>"You seem to have wives aplenty..."</strong>Again Breeze wagged her scarlet brows as if in a gesture of approval.<strong>"But if I understand correctly, what you are missing is a husband. And if a husband would make our journey with your entourage to Crossroads more easy. Than a husband for you I shall be. Thant is, if you'll have me. Trust me when I say none would be the wiser that I'm not actually qualified to be one for you."</strong>The shifting ink finally drained off towards Dafina's back and lay hidden there somewhere, beneath her clothing.<strong>"I would gladly demonstrate my ability to simulate what I'm proposing to you, but as awesome as this ability of mine is, I'm only able to use it once a day. And should we decide we would like to use it today it would not be available to us. The ink is magical as you might have guessed it. And it will transform me convincingly enough into a man for at least an hour. Though I have a way to extend that time a bit."</strong><br/><br/>Breeze looked at the others.<strong>"This is just in case, of course, that willing ourselves to Crossroads doesn't work. Some more bells and whistles to aid our plan on getting Rayena and her family out of here."</strong>Dafina shrugged and turned back to Rayena.<strong>"On another note, I have so many questions for you. About this world and how things work here. If how you are is common or somewhat unique. You've told us a little about the social struggles of your village. But I wonder how people like you are treated outside of it. I'm a traveler by nature, you see. And learning the culture of places I visit is sort of my bread and butter. You will honor me with whatever information you decide to share."</strong><br/><br/>Dafina bowed her head in deference and respect and returned to her seat, sipping her mead.<br/><hr/>OOC<br/><br/>For clarity, what I'm proposing here is this. My magic item - Masquerade Tattoo, allows me to cast Disguise Self on myself. And since this is technically casting of a spell, I could also use a sorc point to double the duration of the spell with Extended Spell metamagic (the mechanics of this have been discussed with our gracious DM). So I'm proposing, should we need some ruse, or another layer to any other ruse we might come up with, that Dafina cast disguise self and make herself look like a man. Mainly to change her facial features. She is relatively tall for a woman with broad shoulders. The remainder of the illusion could be done with practical means. Brest binding (while the girls are always popping, if it wasn't for the corset, there wouldn't be much of them there :D). Men clothing, a sock or two in the pants XD We hitch Dafina and Rayena and no one should be able to object to Dafina taking Rayena and co out of the village. The DC to see past the disguise is 13, so as usual, there's risk. But this is my idea to add to the pile of how to get Rayena and her family to Crossroads.<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Profile</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Dafina Forestbreeze<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Air Genasi<br/><strong>Class:</strong> Wild Magic Sorc<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description: (~4)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Red-head: Need we say more!</li><li>Exotic Allure: Dafina has an exotic magnetism about her that draws people in.</li><li>Windswept: Breeze always looks like she'd been waylaid in the best possible way in the bushes by the side of the road. Or maybe like she was the one doing the waylaying!</li><li>Lush: The girls are always poppin'!</li></ul><br/><strong>Personality: (~3)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>"Stop apologizing for me!": Dafina doesn't mince words.</li><li>Bulldozer: At first you think she just doesn't know how to read a room. And then you realize, she can! But she does the elephant in a china shop anyways!</li><li>Whimsical: Wild and unpredictable. Chaos incarnate!</li></ul><br/><strong>Background: (~ 5)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Me nan, a consummate romantic, and a herbalist goes to gather herbs in the woods by the moonlight. Encounters a spirit being. It swallows her whole. She wakes up in the morning in the forest none the worse for wear. Soon enough finds out she's got a bun in the oven. Mum's born nine months after. With apparent air genasi traits.</li><li>Mum, with no romantic bone in her body, but as good an herbalist as nan, already pregnant with me by some rando who split before he could even realize he was a father, goes into the woods to gather herbs by the light of the moon. Doesn't encounter any spirit-y figures. But passes out in the forest none the same. Morning comes and she appears none the worse for wear. Like mother like daughter.</li><li>Nine months or thereabouts I come into the picture. With air genasi traits. Just like mum. And, apparently, grandda.</li><li>I get my magic and with the first few spells I cast, we learn the consequences of mum's lil nap in the woods.</li><li>By the time I was like sixteen mum split, leaving nan to raise me. And if I took one thing from her, aside from the herbalism craft, it was that romantic notion of that one fated companion we each apparently get. Wouldn't it be real neat to meet that person, fall madly and passionately in love. Only, instead of settling down, just go adventuring the world over together. I <strong>am</strong> an air genasi as well after all. It is not in me to put down roots.</li></ul><br/><strong>Sexuality: (~3)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Topping from the bottom: Who says you can't top from the bottom?!</li><li>Passion's Bright Fury: She will pour every bit of passion into you. Until you can't anymore!</li><li>Let me see you: Wild hearts can be tender too.</li></ul></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Thumbs</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1swQAPBG_kg-Qzg_NthAXxI3tcC4i1Zsb)</div></div>