<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/fd/62/cffd623b43d0bdc31ea6046d81a3d56b.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Nedra</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290942.msg14292491#msg14292491)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">N Samsaran Cleric (Angelfire Apostle)</span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Seated at the Table<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/>Nedra snags one last fruit from the dishes before they are cleared away, moving with relative grace and beauty.    The Samsaran barely glanced at the documentation before putting her mark on it, giving the impression that she either knew more than she was letting on or just didn't care.     It could be hard to tell which, sometimes.   She took another sip from her glass before leaning back in her chair, the ritual formality of the agreement completed.<br/><br/>"It's more a case of going back, really."    Nedra's voice was that of both a trained orator and a prodigy in vocal use.    "I'm curious as to how much has changed over the years."