<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cKJQbXe.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><del>Evangeline Nowls</del> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2676221) Amelia Warrens</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 2/2<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Of course" she said, taking the offered laundry and wringing them out as best she could. She would even use her mage hand to hold them up in the breeze as a makeshift clothesline, though no where near as effective. It was kind of nice doing a chore like this. It reminded her of her mother, and it was by far the closest to normal her life had been in a good while.<br/><br/>"Hmm, perhaps it has something to do with this Black Spider guy?" she mused, "Either way I doubt I'll be much help getting the village on our side. I don't have the most trustworthy face after all" she said, knocking on her helmet and giving a chuckle at the metallic thunk, "Honestly if they wouldn't even loosen up for someone as sweet as you then I'd guess we're doomed on that front. At least they don't seem to be gearing up to run us out" she added with a wink, which was difficult to tell it was a wink giving she only had one eye showing.<br/><br/>Suddenly they were joined by Lynnara, the shy ranger looking a bit more urgent than normal. Her brow furrowed at her explanation of what happened, prompting her to sigh and rise to her feet, "So they killed the father and made off with his wife and kids? Whelp, that's all the justification I need for murder at this point in my life. Let's go get em" she said, almost shocked herself at how casual she felt about it.