[centre][color=fff79a][h1]Lairëcúma the Bard[/h1][/color][/centre]
[centre][img]https://i.postimg.cc/XvwNBn1f/lairecuma.png[/img][/centre]
[hr][right][code] The Waystone Inn - Outside
Interactions: Edwina/Liliana @NoriWasHere, Lucky @DrDistasteful
Outfit: Tattered White Dress[/code][/right][hr]

Moments after the globe of invulnerability went up, as the group began talking about what had just occurred an elf fell from the sky. The landing struck the roof nearby at an oblique angle, with a loud THUNK!, before the figure tumbled in a spray of shattered roof tiles down onto what remained of the ring road, landing in a tattered heap atop of pile of debris. For a moment she lay face up, still and unmoving before finally, with a loud huff, she blew a plume of dust and several stray locks of dusty golden hair out of her face.

Lairëcúma groaned before tepidly testing her legs still functioned before she managed to, slowly and painfully crane her neck up to look at the group there gathered amidst what remained of the ring road. [color=fff79a]"Ah, Liliana. How lovely to see you out."[/color]

Lairëcúma shifted where she lay in a collapsed heap, half covered in dust and debris as though she was about to stand up but then thought better of it, instead craning her head towards Edwina and the Lucky, her voice emerging a bit tired and strained and possibly slightly concussed. [color=fff79a]"Oh, it's you again! Good to see you're holding up; life's set me on my ass I'm afraid. And the ah... Tabaxi. I fear we weren't properly acquainted before. I'm Lairëcúma. A bard."[/color] Lairëcúma brushed some of the dust and debris from her face. [color=fff79a]"Quite the weather we're having, yes?"[/color]