<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fzmWUUx.jpg?1)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Familiar: Croquette</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/vyPKvFe.jpg)</div></div></div>Groza Kaal (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2353289)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21<strong>AC:</strong>12<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorcerer: lv0. 5/5 - lv1. 4/4 <br/>Warmage: lv0. 6/6 -  lv1. 5/5</div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Golden Goblin -<strong>Tagging:</strong>Thurok, open<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Spot check to see if any of the bards stand out or match her father's description (white hair, around 50, etc.) Roll: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151220)<br/><hr/><br/>"Groza" the orc returned the drunkard's greeting, giving him a small smile and humoring nod as he offered to share his ale, but didn't actually partake, sticking instead to her wine. Groza would give a similar polite smirk and nod to the others as they filled up the seats at the table, though rose a brow at the silver haired woman in particular, "Well...that's certainly an interesting tidbit" she replied as the girl remarked on her lack of humor. Who did that? Why would someone introduce themselves by saying they were humorless?<br/><br/>Ofcourse despite that it was clear that the half-orc was intrigued by the woman, amber eyes flicking up and down her visage. She had silver hair, and looked around the same age as herself...not the most concrete evidence, but it wouldn't hurt to inquire. Though Groza didn't bring it up right away, since it obviously would have been quite strange to randomly start asking about one's father not two minutes after meeting them, "though that does remind me of a joke. A group of half-breeds walk into a bar. The bartender frowns at them and says 'hey you, we only serve<em>humans</em>at this establishment'. The group all smile and say 'well I guess that means our drinks are half off then!'...eh? eh?" she said a playful grin on her tusk-parted lips.<br/><br/>"Aww, what a cute little wolfie, can I pet him?" she asked the druid, already holding her hand out towards the wolf, presenting the chance to sniff her before actually trying to pet him. She rose a brow, however, when the drunk half-elf suddenly inquired into their being there, even mentioning something about a special request, "well, uh not really. I'm here on more personal business" she said. Of course she had done some adventuring here and there on her travels to keep her little journey properly funded, but she wasn't really suffering for gold at the moment. Plus the idea of some random drunk being involved in "delicate royal affairs" was doubtful at best.