<div class="floatright">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/nainbase01.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;">Nain Aleanathem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;">Gray Elf Bard</span></div><div align="center">________________________________________________________________</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;">Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6355) - HP: 6 - Current Objective: Job Hunting</span><br/><br/>Nain noted the group forming around the flier in town. Sauntering over she watched them before looking over at the flier herself. She gave a mischievous smirk towards the group. Her voice was as cold as her skin looked, "I do believe it will be 20 gold lions each my friends," her voice was feral, hauntingly beautiful to the ears around her. Exotic was a good word for her, from her looks to her voice, she was not an elf one would normally see in these areas. She picked her words perfectly, debating each step she took.<br/><br/>There was something odd about her, she was not dressed like a person effected by the cold weather, instead it was as if she welcomed it. Looking to each of her new companions, "I believe it will be 20 lions for each of us. Not split apart." Looking towards the flier again she pursed her lush ruby red lips together in thought. "Perhaps you need the assistance of a story teller?" She turns looking at the small group there.<br/><br/>Her face was covered in black swirled primal markings, her body followed suit with markings in white and gray adding to her already snow like skin. Nain stood there a mystery to everyone who laid eyes on her. People even stopped and stared at her, children pointed, she was definitely a creature the locals were not used too.<br/><br/>Bowing cordially to her new found companions, "Where are my manners... I hail from the land of the frost barbarian, I am Nain Aleanathem of Fruntzii. Well met." It was a gentle smile she gave them. She was well mannered and eloquent and it showed in her breeding. The frost barbarians were well known for their uncouth tactics in keeping their country protected. They were also known for cordial dispositions towards visitors.