<div class="floatright">(http://lccomic2.narod.ru/image/comic/joseph_m_linsner/j_m_linsner_5_masks.jpg)</div>Liassa of Korvosa (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172930.msg8171281#msg8171281)<br/>Location: Sandpoint<br/>With: Nobody (open)<br/>Status: HP 7/7; AC 12, Touch 12, Flat 10; CMD 11; Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +2; Perception +3; Init +2<br/><hr/><br/>"Just a small favor miss, and I'll be HAPPY to endorse your entry into the society." Lissa said in the sing song voice of the man who had promised to ease her admission into the Cypermages. Apparently be a learned graduate of the premiere school of magic in Varisia wasn't quite enough, she thought grumpily as she dusted herself off while holding Chitters on her shoulder. The familiar chuckled in her ear as he clung to his shoulder pad on her jacket. "It's not funny you rug." She growled to the clearly unabashedly unrepentant familiar as he chittered in her ear. She sighed and slipped him a cube of caramel. "Behave minx. Clearly the 'learned scholar' sent us on a snipe hunt. We do a few jobs as a scribe and minor mage, get enough money to buy a ride back to Riddleport and beat that lovely man to death with this heavy book we've been carrying for weeks."<br/><br/><br/>