<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e4/94af81c72033b9f6704e399ef8b088dc.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Yolanda "Yadi" Travinio</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1l-5IsB_DiiB8pYDu78MFGJT1Q13XqXTy88K7-94GtUU/edit?usp=sharing) Sturdy linen and leather skirt and bare midriffed top (see picture.)    <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Banquet Hall and beyond.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody  <br/></strong><hr/><hr/><br/>During the banquet, while eating quiet hardily and enjoying reasonable amounts of ale and wine--Yadi pondered the things Tim had explaine to her about magic.  "I think I can do it too," she whispered, "But...  How?"<br/><br/>A sudden scream, a furious flurry of activity.  Their host did flawless rendition of 'catholic priest' from a two dimensional and sickenly prejudiced story where all the cardinals were evil overlords and all the priests were child molestors.<br/><br/>Yadi through the man a furious glare, then wordlessly grabbed her knife and leaped over the table.  Seething, the elfmaid strode along besdie Jessica.<br/><br/>Finding the murder victims, she went queesy, but rather than vomit, she leaned back against one wall, fists trembling in rage.  This wasn't wrath she was feeling, it was constructive anger, well deserved and properly focused.  Yadi could feel fire and ice coursing in her viens.  She could feel some strange energy tingling in her body and soul like lightning, coiled and ready to be let out, unleashed in a terible arcane fury upon the ones who'd done murder this night.<br/><br/>But she had no target.  Finaly, Yadi calmed enough to join her friends in the room full of packs.  Thoughtlesly she walked up to one and started to move throuhg it.  Everything within felt right in her hands.  And the leather bound book...  "Yes..." She whispered.  "This is..." she opened it and studdied it.  "This i magic."