<div align="center">Natashah Riskmonte</div>HP: 24/24         AC: 16<br/>Active Effects: None<br/><br/><br/>Natasha picked up a plate and began to serve herself from the breakfast provided, continuing to speak to the self proclaimed performer, "Yew are bard?" She glanced up again to examine him more closely, "I think yew have been paid already, have yew not been giwen rewm un boared? Have yew performed as vell?" She nodded to herself, "Yew have been paid."<br/><br/>She pulled a silver coin from somewhere in her clothing and tossed it into his bed, "Now yew ove me a song for payment, no?"<br/><br/>She returned to her stool, fork in hand. her features bunching up into a a soured expression, "Zis coffee yew speak of, gud black tea iiz better, iz nekul'turniy.<br/><br/>Natasha pulled  her kettle back out with a packet of leaves, "Yew try, yez?"