<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Liraniel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2310017)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/Winter_witch.jpg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Level 1 Winter Witch<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>7<br/><strong>AC : </strong>13<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>Endure Elements - (Cold, Constant)<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Liraniel had finished her snack and cider, depositing the now stripped clean skewer and empty mug in a bin she passed before moving on.  There was so much to see here, but she couldn't forget why she was in the city in the first place.  Still, if she somehow survived this whole affair... no, best not to dwell on that right now.  Instead she supposed she should try to connect with other potential recruits, some of which seemed to have a similar idea, and they were also quite the odd bunch.  A human, two tieflings, and a drow... it felt like the start of a bad joke, but there they were, chatting with one another.  Should she approach?  Perhaps wait a moment first?  Her upbringing hadn't given her much experience in this regard, unfortunately.