<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/bc/0b/82/bc0b82c0739a9badfa3357a54268c876.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Miranda (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266483.msg13144964#msg13144964)</span><br/><strong>Half-Elf Great Old One Warlock Level 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 11 / 11<br/>AC: 13<br/>Init: +2<br/>Saves: -1/2/3/0/3/5 (Str/Dex/Con/Int/Wis/Cha)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 1<br/><br/>Lv 0: Eldritch Blast, Prestidigitation<br/>Lv 1: Charm Person, Hellish Rebuke</div></div><hr/><br/>Quite a few more people appeared, and Miranda gently smiled.  The concern from the half-orc, however, caught Miranda's attention, and she looked his way.<br/><br/>"If you expect to die from a few isolated villagers," she said, "you're in the wrong business as an adventurer.  There's a tavern back in the city where you can work as a bouncer."<br/><br/>She didn't even mean it as an insult.  Adventuring was difficult.  People died.  The best you could do was help people, and hopefully someone would be there to help you when you needed it.  It was something that Miranda learned long ago, and didn't really expect many other people to understand.<br/><br/>When Lena asked, Miranda gave her a soft smile.  "I'm doing okay.  How are you?"