<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/>Noting that the man watching the docks is apprehensive, if not outright wary, of incoming ships or storms, she folds her arms under her breasts and makes her way toward the apparent dockmaster, stepping across the hewn planks and flagstones with evident, but unnecessary, care.  Rather than subject her light-sensitive eyes to the agony of studying the sun-glaring horizon, she simply trusts what the sailors are reporting, and keeps her hood low as she approaches the man-- sun at her back.  She adopts an air of nonchalance, though her persistent smile might have her mistaken as one offering a jest.<br/><br/>"I beg yohr pardon, serr, but I hef arrive-ed only reeecentleee on thees ship.  ((Now toning down the accent for readers' sake))  Is this other arrival a cause for concern?"<br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>