<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Graveyard</span></strong></sup><br/><br/>The thoughts upon the graveyard and what business the father has within if any.   Is too much for Irriaka to let go.   Shucking aside the covers she would sit up at the side of the bed.   The hour late,  near or past witching hour.  Not quite certain of it for sure.    Nevertheless the temple is quiet all seem to be deep in slumber and their dreams.   A look is given to the thrush perched on the shelf.   She reach down grab her pack.  Then the elven female would rise up out of the bed.   Her long radiant brown hair ripples as it falls to its full length.   She pause at the coat hooks near the door of the room.  To reach out and grab her cloak, quickly she don it over her night gown.<br/><br/>The small yet plump colorful thrush would flutter its wings and take to the air following the elven maiden as she made her way through the temple and slips out into the night.   Once outside the temple Irriaka turns to the east, towards the town's   graveyard.<br/><br/>Reaching the graveyard,  Irriaka would begin looking around.   While the thrush hovered overhead also keeping alert as the elven maiden entered and looked around the graveyard.<br/><br/><sup><strong>perception rolls</strong></sup><br/>At 2011-07-01 10:30:10, Irriaka (uid: 714) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28646)<br/>At 2011-07-01 10:30:34, Emon (uid: 714) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28647)