<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/93c9/i/2005/168/0/0/white_mage_under_the_robe_v__3_by_hoihoisan.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Crorn, Lexa, all healers<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sara leaned in to Crorn when she felt the heavy arm about her, and she nodded in assent to his statement, her manner sagely yet also deferential. “Aye, chieftain. The raid was far from without gaffes. I feel I shall have much to go over with the other healers. Quite a handful...one that may require an active hand, and a large one at that,” she let her own fingertips brush over the wide span of the hand of Crorn’s that was upon her.<br/><br/>To the group at large she announced in a theatrical but still feminine voice, as the front door of Manshealed Park was thrown upon, “Welcome, my lords and ladies, to Manshealed Park!” She intoned the line as a riff on Merry from the<em>Lord of the Rings</em>cinematic adaptations announcing, ‘Welcome my lords to Isengard!’<br/><br/>The front room was already set up for the receiving of guests, with libations, fruit and other foodstuffs, and a tune playing from an oversized music box. The room was large, and yet furnished in a way that gave it a cozy intimate feel, with a lot of earth tones, bookshelves, and soft brown leather furniture such as divans and couches and deep seats. To the left, an open doorway went to a dining room, and to the right, a hallway to other rooms.<br/><br/>Sara plucked up a goblet of amber-colored wine for herself, but had an otherwise businesslike manner as she swiftly crossed the large front room and swung open a door at the back. Beyond was chamber like a small chapel, with pews for sitting, prayer pillows for kneeling upon, and at the table a nude marble statue of the game’s lore’s goddess of love, beauty, fertility and healing.<br/><br/>Sara wore a hooded white robe with red triangles along the lining, in the style of an old school Final Fantasy white mage. The front fell open as she turned and stood akimbo, revealing glimpses of lacy translucent-white lingerie underneath. About her throat and decolletage were a string of spherical rosy-golden rosary beads, loot from the very raid just now.<br/><br/>Sara had her arms crossed upon her ample breasts in a manner almost like a schoolteacher. “Ohhh heeeealers,” her voice was singsong, but just a touch cross, even ominous. “Our party was a bit healer-heavy, but, perhaps that proved all to the good...as I believe I have observed that you, on the whole, were not quite as optimized in your builds or coordinated in your tactics as you might have been. And there is<em>always</em>room for improvement, from<em>anyone</em>. The most important part of your build is in fact your own player knowledge. ‘The best teacher is failure’, as they say. I have found there is nothing more valuable to your learning curve than a careful self-examination, and mutual cross-examination, of how the run went, while your performance is fresh in our minds.”<br/><br/>She took a lip smacking sip of her amber wine and continued, “Just like post-physical-workout is the best time for nutritious, now is the best time for review of your performance. Now, come, each of you to kneel upon the prayer-pillows, for each of you to take confession. Speak aloud to us, and to the goddess, of how you feel you did on this raid, especially moments or tactics where you feel your fell short. Then, we shall go over what sort of remedies or training or other measures are called for...we shall lay you bare in all respects as healers..to mold you like clay into the very best healers you can be.”<br/><br/>“...and be open and honest in your confessions, for the rest of us, and myself and the damage dealers and tanks you heal and serve, we saw your performance ourselves, and are now listening to and watching over you. If one of us should come before you where you kneel and take confession, take it for a divine cue that there was perhaps some particular aspect or moment of your performance on this raid in which you might have better served and heeded that party member. You might wish to think upon that, make such confessions accordingly, or beg for advice and tutelage. Or, if after you take confession it occurs to you that there was some particular party member you might have let down or should have better served, then perhaps you ought after your confession pour a drink to serve them, and thence heed any advice they have to dictate to you.”<br/><br/>Her eyes had drifted amongst the other healers as she spoke, but settled intently for the last while of her speech on Lexa. Sara had a most keen look upon her face, as if she was thinking certain things about Lexa in particular as she spoke. Her hand not holding the wine goblet made a gesture, almost unconsciously, towards the other healer...a gesture somewhere between a come-hither beckoning, an offering of a helping hand, and a tug upon an invisible leash.<br/>