<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Irene66.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: gabriola;">Sophia Peace-Bond</span></span></em></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1054749)<br/>NG Human Barbarian (Scarred Rager)<br/><em>low-light vision</em><br/><strong>Init:</strong>+2;<strong>Hp:</strong>16/16;<strong>Rage rounds</strong>: 7/7;<strong>Fey Magic SLAs</strong>: 4/4<br/><strong>AC</strong>15 (touch 12, flat-footed 13);<strong>Fort</strong>+5,<strong>Ref</strong>+2,<strong>Will</strong>+0<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Hallit<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Winter was always a trying time for the Tiger Lords. In the warmer months, the hunters hunted, the foragers foraged, the warriors warred, and everyone rode. The Kellids were made for life on the hoof, travelling miles every day to get to the next good grazing ground or game hunting site. But in winter, the tribe set down its stakes, and the hunters stayed inside and argued. The foragers stayed inside and argued. The warriors stayed inside and fought each other. Tensions were high, and a disagreement that could be avoided in summer simply by not seeing the other person for a week festered into resentment and short tempers in the winter. Sophia Peace-Bond had her hands full keeping her tribemates from each others' throats, and truth be told, there were a few faces among the tribe that she would like to rearrange if they pushed her<em>one more time</em>. So, all in all, it was a relief to see the spring thaw coming around, with its promise of renewed travel and the chance to replenish their stores of food.<br/><br/>At the sound of the warning-horns, Sophia spat out a curse and grabbed a mattock that was about to be strapped to one of the mounts. She jogged towards the centre of the camp, mattock in hand, ready to form up with the other warriors to face the incoming threat.<em>This never comes at a good time, does it?</em>she thought to herself.<em>Everyone's hungry and half of our stuff is already packed. Oh well, maybe a fight will do us good.</em><br/><br/>When she saw that the new arrivals were not hostile, she relaxed her grip on the mattock, holding it near its head to show that she did not intend to use it as a weapon. She cast an appraising glance over the armed men and the horses they rode, taking in their bedraggled appearance with some measure of pity.<br/><br/>Upon hearing her name, she stepped forward, pursing her lips in surprise. She raised her hand and nodded to the leader of the procession. "I am Sophia Peace-Bond," she called out, her voice strong and clear, with its odd fey lilt. "And who are you, men of Brevoy?"<br/><br/>If these men were not here for a fight, then they were guests, and needed to be treated as such, regardless of the inconvenience. "You, boy!" she shouted to one of her cousins, a child of no more than ten. "Bring some meat and cheese for our guests!" She stepped closer to the emissary, and extended her hand to him. "You have clearly travelled far. I hope your mounts are well. Please, be welcome among us, and tell me what I can do for Brevoy."