Lissa, rogue

Lissa cranes her neck to look up at Aeroz, wide-eyed and innocent. "Wow, really? There are spells that mimic sounds?" She smacks her forehead. "I would never have known that! Will you teach me to pick a lock next, Mister Aeroz Sir?" The gnome giggles at the elf's glare, elbows him in the leg and winks up at him before returning her attention to her crossbow. "Ghost sound is one of three minor spells that every reasonably intelligent gnomish child learns. Don't ask me why, it's just the way things are."