<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/5d/57/625d5794c1c348d1be1557d8f208131d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kaija 'Kai' Urswick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266483.msg13145017#msg13145017)</span><br/><strong>Human Wild Magic (Sorcerer) 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 8/8<br/>AC: 11<br/>Init: +1<br/>Saves: -1/+1/+4/+1/+1/+5 (Str/Dex/Con/Int/Wis/Cha)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Level 1 - 2/day <br/><br/>Lv 0: Ray of Frost, Fire Bolt, Mage Hand, Minor Illusion, Prestidigitation<br/>Lv 1: Magic Missile, Witch Bolt</div></div><hr/><br/>Kai had opted for a floor-length, voluminous cloak of somewhat tattered, oft-mended velvet the color of tarnished bronze.  With the hood pulled up, and her note-worthy hair tucked back beneath it, no one would recognize her or be able to pick her out of a crowd.  She couldn't quite pinpoint why she felt the need to hide her identity, or hunch slightly as she moved through the streets to the designated building, so as to obscure her remarkable height.  Perhaps it had to do with the odd time that the meeting had been set to take place, or simply the reasons for the meeting its self, but her gut feeling proved wise when she was directed to the rear entrance of the building.<br/><br/>She straightened once she passed through the door and into the room with the others, and remained silent and stoic as she listened to the two dwarves explain the task they were being sent to accomplish.  It seemed quite nearly impossible, and she had to wonder how many other bands of strangers had been assembled and sent on the task, only to never be heard from again.  A faint twitch of her lips was the only indication of her inner amusement at the idea.  It was as if they were some sort of....suicide squad.  Still, the adventure called to a deep part of her that, no matter how she tried, would not be ignored, and she could imagine many things she would ask of a powerful man.  Books she could not get her hands on, but might be allowed to peruse with a missive from the Burgher.<br/><br/>"A wagon, yes.  And we will require provisions, as well.  Also, I assume the Burgher will be providing some sort of recompense to the families, should any or all of us perish on this mission?"  Her voice was a low, feminine rasp like the feel of nails light on one's inner wrist, canvas against bare skin, or the taste of wildflower honeycomb after the honey has crystallized slightly.