<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/87/27/6f/87276fef1dd3229683bd4fee15a868a2--fantasy-girl-fantasy-women.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 11<br/>SP: 8<br/>RP: 4<br/>Attack Bonus: +3 Melee, +1 Ranged<br/>KAC: 14<br/>EAC: 12</div></div><br/>Last night had been...wonderful. Okay yes, there was a dead dwarf to deal with, but her encounter with Frethai had been, well, bliss. Her mood wasn't altered in the slightest when she was told about the brick wall the investigation came to. She wanted to ask about that encrypted data they had found, but perhaps it hadn't been done yet. All things in due time.<br/><br/>She would have to go without armor for a while. She was known, well known enough that wearing armor would cause whispers throughout the station. She didn't want to cause a panic. Instead, she found her way back to the local dive bar that Frethai took her to last night. She ordered something light and sat at the bar so she could talk to them. After some pleasant conversation, she turned to her actual reason for being here. "So, if I wanted to get in touch with some of the nastier elements of the station-say, the Downside Kings-who should I talk to?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy Check!</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-10-14 10:52:49, Angiejuusan (uid: 37215) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 26 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=108899)<br/><br/>That's a 26 there.</div></div>