<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/Fb7e8e46b085aeb893d245ac3ee0151e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=232509.msg11459571#msg11459571)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Hit points:</strong> 33/33 <strong>Hit die:</strong> 5d8 <strong>Initiative:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong> Infected with swamp disease (Rolled a 3)<br/><strong>Abilities:</strong> S1: 1/4  S2: 2/3  S3: 2/2  |  Hero Points: 1  |  Bardic Inspiration 3/4d8<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> Rapier, Diplomat's Pack, Horn, Lute, Leather Armor, Dagger, Favor of an admirer (Crimson necktie), Costume, Belt Pouch, Arcane Focus - Crystal, 5gp, a silver spoon with an M engraved on the handle, a scrap of cloth from an old banner</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Vix smiled all the brighter as the spell worked, but appeared to ignore Colo's words.  She'd tried to explain about how sylvans were exceptionally difficult to charm, and you could remember besides, but apparently she just hadn't come across as very believable.<br/><br/>"Oh, everything you can share about this place."  Her arms spread wide to the strange mobile fortress they were in.  "Who runs this place?  How does it move?  Can it leave Worldfall?  How do we pilot it?"  The plethora of questions came forth, but one thing in particular seemed important.  "Oh, and...can one of my friends have your clothes?"  Her expression went more apologetic, eyebrows shifting down with her voice getting more gentle.  "It's just...she's shy, you know?"