<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/4f/19/e6/4f19e6417b3535c34fdc662d5e6ce44d.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica Rodriguez</span></strong><br/>Human Pirate Rogue 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261062.msg12886615#msg12886615)<br/>HP 9/9<br/>AC 14 (Leather bustier armor and long open front skirt)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Inn of the Hero and the Mug<br/><strong>Date and Time: </strong>Day 2 - Dinner Time<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Kristina, Greg and everyone else<br/><strong>Spells: </strong>Vicious Mockery, Friends, 1/day:Charm Person<br/><br/>Since the arrival of the gnolls things had rushed out and Jessica was a bit confused about everything. It all had been so sudden, the fight, the departure or Greg and she felt so bad about it, even her last memories about him the night before were so blurry now that she couldn't remember anything of it and he was gone. Why did she had to let him die, damn if everyone had not been so coward as to protect themselves before running behind to safe spots and attack from a distance maybe he could still... bah she wasn't by his either when he needed her the most and she felt so bad about it, her knives and sword were still so eager to cut down one of this creatures, and she still could as two were captured alive but that wouldn't bring him back.<br/><br/>Completely hopeless she didn't stepped forward, her bow slowly slipped off from her hands and fell into the ground and she didn't even bothered to pick it up. She was not the type to pray for or pay tribute to the fallen, she had not done it before and she wouldn't start now, she only turned around and headed to the inn not talking to anyone in the way but just touching the hilt of her sword thinking she should have been closer to help, yet she would never stay still like a sitting duck, so many things to ponder about and the multitude cheering around didn't make things easier. She swore then inside of her that if any one of those stupid cheering villagers dared to speak to her in that moment she would gut him or her whoever it was. The brave Gregory had fell and even if they won this was a victory she could not celebrate. Her silence and loneliness as well as a high desire for vengeance being the only tribute she could pay to him, maybe she could name a ship after him, they both wanted one, this way she would always have a way to remember him by.