<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a2/1d/76/a21d76248c6c02d451b05a74fa34b648--character-art-character-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessela Jones (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13418021#msg13418021)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern of the Three Sisters, (R10) eventually<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Muineth, Calitorn<br/><strong>HP:</strong>26/26<strong>Panache:</strong>3 / 3<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC: 17, TAC: 14, FFAC: 13, CMD: 16<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +1, Ref +9, Will +3, Init +4, Perc +7<br/><hr/><br/>"Trouble has ways of finding us even when it's not looked for ya know?" A wide grin curls Tessela's lips as she reaches out to lightly poke Muineth in the back. "Is this a...<em>Special</em>someone then?"<br/><br/>The elven woman's seeming regret about curses draws a wry grin from Tessela as she gives Muineth a shrug, her cheeks stained a light red while she shifts from foot to foot. "I got off... easy compared to some in the group.  And when one raids ancient cities and lost catacombs seeking anything well... what one finds are usually not the nice things." Her flush darkens as she shifts about once more. "To many expeditions with bad results. The Guilds are really not liking all the bad things I keep finding." With a shake of the head and another shrug she smiles at Muineth. "If they think something it's hard ta change it."<br/><br/><br/><br/>A few notes of cheerful humming and Tessela leans in further towards Calitorn, her grin wide and her eyes gleaming with mirth. "Is this a good time to mention I've training in the bardic arts?" However the man's doubts about whips cause her grin to fade as she straightens up, a hand caressing her whip and bringing it up to rest upon the table even as she glances at the rowdy crowds leering at the waitresses. "May not do as much as a big sword or hammer but don't doubt just how long I can keep someone on their face begging for me to let them up." She spares the noisy hobgoblin another glance before focusing upon Calitorn and Muineth, her hand never quite leaving the whip's handle.<br/><br/>"You've said it. If the guilds don't like you good luck getting good work. It is a shame ta hear about your rough patch though. Never a good sign that work's low."