[Thava]:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">*Garathor lastly presented Thava with a large kite shield made of wood, fit with iron edging, and emblazoned with the colors of the Ironclaw clan(Light shield class, worth 3gp)*, "Father! I keep telling you, shields get in the way of my crossbow, and I've no need of one to state my position when I am clad in our clans strength and dignity."<br/><br/>*The wyrmchief grumbled*, "and what if your crossbow fails you then? What if the bowstring breaks? or you run out of bolts? I know how keen you are with that little trinket, but do not forget our old ways. In the thick of battle, remember your ancestors...and if nothing else, keep it with you and remember your people, as well as your father who gave it to you." *Garathor started, insisting she take the damn plank of wood with her, in hand it was lighter than it appeared to be from the outside. It wasn't made to last...however in truth, a shield would make a stalwart defence against arrows and the like, at the very least it could make a nice wall ornament.*<br/><br/>*Thava gave a simple grunt in acknowledgement, and though she did not wish to, yielded to her father's judgement. The chief grunted in return, and once the dirigible left the ground, she would look down to see her fathers stoic countenance seeing her off. He played the role of an immovable sovereign, but his heart was for his kin. It took time for Thava to realize the flavor of her father's love was like warm metal, she felt it in how he trusted her for this mission, and his lingering gaze. To dragonborn, children were all treated as sons, even if they were female. Dragonborn males and females differed little aside from their curvature(Thava's a bit 'backheavy' XP), their bodies muscular, wide, and powerful, their attitudes steadfast and sporty. Her father looked on as if watching a son depart his protection, he would not speak of his favor directly, and he did not have to.*</div></div></div><br/>[Upon the Dirigible]:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">*After a long gaze at her fathers image, he at last turned to leave leaving her with his shield in her main hand, it matched those her guard carried with one exception, on the backwood was scratched a few words in draconic, she smiled when reading them, and the shield seemed lighter for knowing it was there.*<br/><br/>*At long last she now had the opportunity to inspect this alien personally, and would swiftly approach at the first opportunity*, "...Thava Ironclaw is my name, no reason to fret, you may be amazed yet again", *she jested placing the shield at her right side while unveiling her left ever so subtly mimicking a stage curtain, though some may not pick up on the humor in her voice*, "Tell me oh strange one, what can we expect from your kin when we arrive? A fight, or a feast?" *The Ironclaw princess gave an ever hungry look to Mnetta as well as her compatriots, they wouldn't likely realize it but that's just how she always looked, hungry.*</div></div></div>