<div class="floatleft">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/332319ac-37ad-47b0-a67d-052bcc85b21a.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Statblock</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sybilene (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=263634)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 10 || <strong>Saves</strong>: <strong>Fort</strong>+1, <strong>Ref</strong>+2, <strong>Will</strong>+1<br/><strong>AC</strong>: 12 || <strong>Flat</strong>: 10||<strong> Touch</strong>: 12<br/><strong>CMD</strong>: 11 || <strong>Flat CMD</strong>: 9<br/>Perception: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=78803) || Initiative: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php)   <br/></div></div></div>While not the gossipy type, Sybilene could not help overhear the old woman’s audible discussion with her companion–a relation perhaps.  She was mentioning Lonjiku Kaijitsu’s name, the local glassblower and apparently a council member of Sandpoint, on how his deceased wife cheated on him and that foul play was suspected in her death.  The mention of him having a bastard half-elf from his wife’s tryst brought a slight pang in Sybilene’s heart.  Even though she considers herself fortunate, she feels for all half-elves brought into this world especially those who come on the wings of tragedy.<br/><br/>Eventually the ceremony ended with the no show of Kaijitsu, which was rather awkward to say the least in the eyes of Sybilene.  But it seems the folks of Sandpoint would not let such a trifle thing dowse the spirit of the momentous occasion, and so they went to invest their time, and coins, elsewhere within the fairgrounds.  The half-elf had little choice as well and the day was still young.  Sighing, she then let her gaze wander until it took notice of a band of women, chatting together by the food stalls.  Judging from their looks it was safe to assume they are visitors here and perhaps adventurers as well.<em>Hmm, perhaps they could assist me?</em>She strode toward their circle and interjected in their lively discussion.  “Pardon me for interrupting, but you three strike me as the adventuring sort?  I’m wondering if you’d be interested in accompany me to the Old Light,” referring to the looming ruin nearby before returning her attention to them.  “I have very little to offer other than hoping that there be riches there that would compensate your concerns should you choose to come along.  I just ask that you leave to me any archeological finds on regards to the Thassilonian civilization.  What say you?”<br/>