<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/meQvtKQ.png)<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>Bastards<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>When the barbarian reputed her joke Groza had to bite her lip to keep from making a comeback about him being a "half-wit" or anything to that effect,<em>"don't say it, don't say it"</em>she mentally repeated, not wanting her big mouth to get her in any kind of trouble after just arriving into town. Fortunately her attention was drawn away from snappy humor as the table just so happened to start talking about the very thing she meant to inquire about. Well what an odd coincidence.<br/><br/>"This silver haired man...he wouldn't happen to be a relative of yours, would he?" the orc suddenly chimed back in. She hadn't intended to be so direct initially, but seeing how it was already open for discussion there was no point beating around the bush. She leaned in further on the table, resting on her elbows, and began to properly study the woman's face, looking for any facial similarities between her and the burnings she had seen of her father.<br/><br/>