<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Awena the Teller</span></span><br/><br/>Awena watched her sisters and brothers of the road her kin as far as she was concerned. This was her life there movements moving from town to town living off the peoples awe of there mysterious ways. Awena was one of the silent types of her caravan but she felt at one with her life with all of them. Her shuffling had caught some attention it seemed a man stood at the opposite of her now. Her eyes shifting up watching the man before her "What is filth your displaying in my tavern" said the tall man. "I see no filth sir, so I am confused" she said her light accent coming out as she looked up at him innocently. It was always the same every where she went the memories of her up bringing haunting her.