<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Quniarra (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2309749)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/kGA4nAS.png)</div><strong>Class/Level:</strong>Level 1 Paladin<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>11/11<br/><strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions:</strong>None<br/><strong>Negative Conditions:</strong>None<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/>Detect Evil active<br/>Perception: At 2020-10-09 17:41:15, Re Z L - Quni (uid: 39480) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=149651)<br/><hr/><br/>"Arthur, it’s good to see you," she greeted the blacksmith with a smile, "I certainly can attest to the quality of his work," she agreed letting a hand rest on the pommel of the longsword at her hip as if to accentuate the statement.<br/><br/>The response of the others tittering about their talk about the crusade wasn’t too unexpected, but the food that was ordered for them all was something of a surprise. She looked around to see if she could see who it might have been. She briefly catches sight of the dwarf before he disappears into the crowd. "Please thank whomever paid for the food," she told the two men who brought the order to them, "if you happen to see him again."<br/><br/>She nods to Liraniel’s observation, "they honor the sacrifices we may make in order to aid others," she explains perhaps a small fraction of Iomedae’s principles.<br/><br/>She happily takes one of the mugs of ale to drink as she looks over at the picnic table set out, "Please feel free to sit and eat a while," she gestured to the side after making sure there would be room for them all. Quniarra remains standing for now, waiting for the others to take their seats first. "Anxious to begin?" she asks Murasaki, trying to divine her interest in the time, "or did you have things you needed or wanted to attend to?"