<div class="floatleft">(https://images-cdn.9gag.com/photo/aPWr98g_700b.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/64/e8/97/64e897e460d74d7fffd822449d69ee41.jpg)</div><div align="center">Lexara Aurois (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1990896)<br/><strong>HP</strong> 14/14 <strong>AC:</strong> 14</div><hr/>Lexara walked into tavern nonchalantly. She was sure to attract eyes, and she knew that. She also knew how to avoid drawing suspicion, simply acting as if everything was normal. She was a spectacle and she would act like it, except, it a bad idea to yell the password at top of her lungs. Rather she orders in casually and then said a bit louder. "And some milk for Mira" Gnome pointed to her cat. A smile black cat, with a colourful shawl to make it fit with the sorceress'.<br/><br/>Heading to the table she was beaming with confidence, false confidence. She was risking a lot to defend her. Still, looking natural is the best way to be dismissed as unimportant, or at least normal. She pulled the chair back and sat down. "Good afternoon lassies, fine evening, isn't it?" She said and imminently took a big sip out of her mug. Seems, this rebel team is composed of woman exclusively and most of them are of the short folk variety. This is actually nice, definitely make it easier to relax. She thought to herself before setting her mug back on the table.<br/><br/>"I'm Lexara, Lexara Aurois. Please to meet you, and this Mira, my travelling companion." The gnome introduced herself and her cat who, unbounded to the rest of the group, can speak and understand common as all as other cats.