<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a8/d4/79/a8d4790b6eff00bc5ac6c72ca9d3347c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lenne Briarwood<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>25th of Duscar (December), Morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emon, Central District, the Light-Heart Tavern, Brothel, and Inn.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting breakfast, looking like she is welcoming company<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Visible coming into the main part of the Tavern from upstairs.<br/><strong>Stats:</strong>HP: 27 AC: 14<br/><hr/><br/>Lenne pulled herself up onto the bed in a cold sweat, her breath rapid and heavy as the dream, although perfectly familiar to her now, it never seemed to lose it's initial impact. Absentmindedly she reached for the bowl of water with incensed herbs she prepared for just such an occasion, only to find that in her fretting in the night she had knocked it over, "Well... Crap... I was looking forward to that as well..." She signed as she let her legs slip out from under the covers of the bed to touch the cold floor, a slight chill from the morning weather helping to fend off the last of the trauma that was Vecna's continued oppression onto her dreams, thankfully for her since his demise the dreams seemed to be more of a lingering insanity than a conscious attempt to subvert her will. At least that what Lenne hoped.<br/><br/>With a final deep breath she stood up out of the bed, leaving nothing but her small clothes to protect her from the morning chill, a shiver traveling across her body almost instantly, regretting stepping out from the comfort of the warm bed. Letting out the breath she was holding in Lenne stepped towards her travel pack, picking out the waterskin from it, emptying the contents into the bowl before dropping some ground up herbs she bought earlier in the week. Already she could hear the pair next door getting involved with some... Morning activities. Doing her best to ignore the sounds she then sat down as she pulled a cloth out from the sack as began dipping it into the water and cleaning herself, the cold water allowing the last of the dream to escape her mind as she could only focus on the cold. After a time had passed she felt comfortable enough that the sweat she gained from her fever dream was gone. She then proceeded to get dressed, her signature Shawl covering her upper torso as usual, unfortunately for Lenne, her remaining clothes were not exactly suitable for winter climates, she would have to amend that and get some warmer travel clothes or she would likely fall to the elements.<br/><br/>Finally moving out from her room, her travel pack in hand and rapier to her side she stepped down the hallway into the main dining hall, already bustling with activity, did she oversleep again? At least between the fires in the fireplace as well as the kitchen, in addition to the mass of bodies meant the dining hall was a great deal warmer. Feeling the warmth down the hallway was enough to put a spring into her step as her sluggish morning movements were overridden with the desire to reach the warmth of a good meal and roaring fire, no doubt she would likely have to put on another show this evening if she wanted to get away with not having to pay for a room, getting tips was not exactly a bad thing either.<br/><br/>Lenne was lucky enough to have found a table for herself just as another group had finished eating and left the premises to go about their business for the day, smiling a little she took the seat closest to the fire "Maybe today won't be so bad after all." Her stomach was already begging her to hurry up and enjoy the food that Alana had prepared for her, if there was one thing she could say about the Lighthearted Tavern, it was that the hostess was certainly generous. Almost unconsciously she began to look around the room, not only just for potential threats, but also targets, maybe even companions, it was always safer to travel in groups at the best of times, let alone in the winter months and Lenne couldn't help but feel that she may be overstaying her welcome. As she looked around she was able to spot several interesting characters, well mostly interesting because of the air that seemed to surround them, attractive women were not uncommon in Taverns, especially ones that offered services like this one. But these women knew how to look after themselves and gave off an air that made sure people around them knew it as well. The two women who had just arrived were of particular interest, one seemed to move with no purpose, the other with a great deal of focus. A wry smile lacing Lennes features as she finished up her meal, with a half drunk cup of Cocoa left on the table she pulled out her Lute and started playing, for nobody but herself but that didn't mean others couldn't at least enjoy in her recital.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Performance roll for playing Lute</strong>At 2018-11-04 16:04:56, Silk (uid: 4615) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=126180)