[b]Name:[/b] "Lizzy".
[b]Level:[/b] 1.
[b]Race:[/b] Gnome.
[b]Class:[/b] Wizard.
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1/Morning.
[b]Location:[/b] The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak.
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Holy Soldier], [@Ayemdar], [@Cyrania], [@Fetzen].
[b]Mentioned:[/b] Kerylun.

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"Hmph! What a troublesome place at a troublesome time." Lizbeth huffed and puffed as she stomped down the stairs that led to the tavern's second floor. She quickly scanned the main hall, noticing how it was pretty much devoid of any meaningful life forms (then again, it was always like this) and the bad smell of burnt things, greasy foods, watered down drinks and, worst of all, terrible music. With this much bad qualities going for it, one had to wonder why this place was still running?

Either way, Lizzy had agreed on meeting her allies here, therefore she needed to fulfill her end of the promise, like she or not. And so Lizzy trailed to the table where some of those who were supposed to be gathered, met already. "You could have at least chosen an establishment that offered properly sized chairs, for this meeting." Were the first words that left Lizzy's mouth as she joined the group and, with some effort, reached to the chair that was set for her before hand, siting at a wooden crate that was over that chair, before giving a hard stare at everyone. Lizzy's eyes settled over the living brick that hogged two chairs for himself, the gnomish wizard didn't say a single word, but her eyes seemed to try to bore a hole on Kerylun's brow for his shameless display of spaciousness.