<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/cst108-gypsy-woman.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Nadia Lyubitshka     <strong>:Name</strong><br/>Early morning.  9;30 AM to 11;30 AM.  Day 1 <strong>:Time</strong><br/>Makeshift fort guarding the portal to the other side.  Going down the Path of the Wanderers <strong>:Location</strong><br/>all  <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br/>As they exit the fort Nadia turn to Berial and raises her hand to wave "Be safe noble centaur, may the Gods keep you safe!", her eyes look for the cute one but not finding him so with a little weight in her heart she turns and looks down the path. Such a difference from her side, it takes her a little while to actually notice that in many ways it is the same because the difference is so telling. All the extra supplies she had bought makes her backpack quite heavy and soon she is entirely focused on just putting one foot in front of the other as the ache in her shoulders start to grow steadily worse. A quick glance around at her companions she notes they seem to be coping with it slightly better then her, then again she is easily the weakest of the lot. To pass the time she clears her throat and then starts singing old folk songs her people taught her, her clear voice making the trip a little easier but she keeps it down so it doesn't herald their arrival to everyone within 50 leagues. Unlike her fellow champions she doesn't bother even having her hands anywhere near her weapon, after all her inexperience with her little dagger means she is more a danger to herself then anything else.<br/><br/>When her voice gets tired she shuts up with a little embarrassed shrug and spends the time watching the world around her and picturing that cute centaur in her mind, knowing that even in this corrupted world beauty and kindness still exists gives her hope for the future. When they do reach the fork in the road she lets her heavy backpack slide down to the ground with a loud thud and she collapses on the ground with a little agonized whimper. Reaching around she gets her waterskin and takes a deep gulp to wet her parched throat and then lets the others debate all they want on the road to take.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Gem Count;</strong> 20<br/><strong>Corruption Level;</strong><br/><strong>Loot;</strong>  <br/><strong>Equipment;</strong>Spices, spare clothes and cooking utensils<br/><strong>Transformations;</strong>  <br/><strong>Advantages;</strong> Very Beautiful, Voice, Magical Aptitude 3<br/><strong>Disadvantages;</strong> Honesty, Pacifism (Self Defense), True Bisexual</div></div>