<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GPPSGRC.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Tikva Sia (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2302493)<br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>66 / 66<br/><strong>Condition :</strong>0 (Healthy)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Defenses</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex :</strong> 20 (Flat Footed 18)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 18<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 18<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Noteworthy Features :</strong>Wearing a stylish blue outfit, with her black hair tied in a waist length braid and a well worn Wookiee doll secured to the side of her backpack<br/><strong>Tag :</strong>Speakeasy Introduction<br/><hr/><br/>Grateful for the old man's generosity, Tikva handed him twenty portions of the currency she'd received from the banking machine at the starport a few days ago, "Ancestors blessings upon you" she offered with a wide smile which she also happily shared with her robed companion.<br/><br/>The rush of elation even extending to the newcomer, who had the look of a warrior about him, much like the wookiees of home, but with decidedly less hair on his head. Yet she didn't go as far as to initiate a conversation with him, as the red skinned woman could already imagine the stern cautioning Aria would be giving her the second he was out of earshot. So Tikva instead chose not to sour their good fortune as she brought the bowl up to her nose and took a moment to appreciate the meal ahead.