Caltrix Nimblesquirl
Twilight Halfling; Acrobat; Rogue (Thief; 1); (TBA) Archetype; Harrow Card: 'The Locksmith'
HP: 15/15 | AC:17: Explorer's | Speed: 25' |Senses: Low-light vision; Keen Eyes | Lang: Common; Halfling; Gnome; Varisian
Perception (E): +7 | Fort (T): +4 | Ref (E): +9| Will (E): +7 |
| Skills | Attributes | Attacks | Sneak Atk Dmg |Hero Pts.: 1
"Others like you."
Caltrix noted the approach of a number of others from her window eyrie.
One, sporting a shock of multicolored hair and what must be face paint, seemed more wary: he'd passed by the address and circled back. Good, she thought. Well, her own locks would be considered vibrant by any but a full-blooded gnome, so she observed this with a degree of sympathetic feeling. Yet, surely the bulky character was no gnome and he moved with a certain hint of menace. Maybe a bouncer? she surmised.
Other than the mixed group now before the door of Zellara's Wonders, most pedestrians had, seemingly, found it prudent to wait out the storm indoors. The birds of the city seemed ready to take shelter for the night - several were clustered about the rooftops nearby. Even they found the brooding storm unsettling, so it appeared.
She made her way down to floor level; out of the warehouse; and approached #3. She quickly appraised the five who had begun to enter. Whether working in the Circus; or the gambling and games rooms for the Cerulean Society or, more recently, earning a scrap to live on whilst performing game tricks and minor feats of acrobatics, assessing people was a way of staying alive and in coin. It was second nature to her.
The blue-skinned one was perhaps the most visually unique. Sylph blood perhaps? The building storm would not unsettle her. The human male was dressed to proclaim a certain social rank and status: she had to resist the impulse to think of him as a 'mark.' And his eyes were ... full of arcane or occult mystique. The strongly built and well armed human woman seemed a mixture of concern and eagerness: but to Caltrix' eye, she bore her weapons well. The masked woman seemed a type familiar to the former circus performer -- the Circus that had employed Caltrix as a acrobat had included plays and theater performances as well as other entertainments. Masks could both disguise and reveal.
And the more cautious one: indeed, not a gnome. Smaller than a typical half-orc, she judged, perhaps a second generation from a half-orc community? At least she wouldn't be looking up a hulking giant well over 6' tall, she thought with some relief.
First impressions were important, she knew: they could also be dangerous and misleading.
She crossed the street to approach - moving quietly even without precautions. She held her Harrow Card in her right hand ... in case this were necessary to establish her bona fides.
Looking up to the foreboding sky, quickly darkening, she quickened her pace slightly.
The Strong Woman had entered by the time Caltrix reached the steps: the Blue One and the Esoteric Man exchanged a few words with the former entering on the heels of the first.
Words of greeting could wait until the group was inside.
