<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/ecd743aa-b751-48c0-86bc-d33576fe5f20/d6v5ll4-38454bcb-9f62-4fd4-8f56-8d5d0ad23a9f.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2VjZDc0M2FhLWI3NTEtNDhjMC04NmJjLWQzMzU3NmZlNWYyMFwvZDZ2NWxsNC0zODQ1NGJjYi05ZjYyLTRmZDQtOGY1Ni04ZDVkMGFkMjNhOWYuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.f_fHSh54jl_7s3WM7R_o3SdaUUr0zrT58HXCPyrCvkg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Rhea Twiceborn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301821.msg14750716#msg14750716)</span><br/><strong>Class</strong>: 1st Alchemist (Mixologist)<br/>AC: 13/12/11 Hit Die: 1d8+3 HP: 11<br/>Save: F:+4 R:+5 W:+0<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Flirting and drinking, keeping her cool, Perception Check: 16 (Just made it)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaisen, Istivan, Pursilla, Eligia, and Talia<br/><hr/><br/>" Itinerant, as in wandering. Not instant, though give me the right materials and I can mix up most things post haste."  Rhea said with a laugh as she returned with the requested honey, handing it to the lovely elf with her tail. Which lingered a bit longer on Pursilla's hand than needed. "Sorry, she has her own mind and manners.. or lack of. She has an appreciation for beauty though." the tiefling said with another wink before turning to Kaisen.<br/><br/>"Yes I have a bit of a lot of things. Fiveboars Brandy, brewed from the original recipe the family took with them when they fled Chelliax before they could have everything stolen from them, McCraken's best black peak lager. I use the two to make Slab from time to time." The monk landing in her lap was a bit of a surprise, as she imagined her tail coiling around his waist to tap on his firm backside was a he grabbed her horn.<br/><br/>"That was a rather large earth tremor, perhaps a landslide in the valley somewhere?"  She said as she reluctantly helped the monk out of her lap while looking for a hint of the cause of the tremor by looking for a cloud of rising dust. Not unlikely that someone in the area might needing assistance.