<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/56/Nyssa.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">     Nyssa Starfire     </div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 11/11<br/>Spell Slot: [ ]<br/></div></div></div>Nyssa followed her way inside through the crowd, taking a good chance to check around.<br/><br/>For the most part, it had been a pretty good year.  So much of the merchandise had been sold.  She kind of missed having that Omin Bobblehead, although she hadn't actually been willing to purchase it for herself.  Well...willing, able to afford it, same thing.<br/><br/>Contrary to the rumors, she'd never actually spoken to the bobblehead.  She'd simply named it.  Omin the Bobblehead had been its name.  There was nothing weird about that at all.<br/><br/>Maybe she should have said something.  Maybe she should have tried to put the money together.  Funny how the things that could be so important in life could be so easily missed.  If she ever saw another bobblehead doll, would it be the same?  Were different bobblehead dolls all that different?  She would have to ask, and see if it nodded or shook its head.<br/><br/>The handsome redhead introduced the place as the Lonesome Tankard, and Nyssa's expression quickly grew crestfallen.  "Oh, that's awful!" she said in a tone of sympathy.  "You need to get a bunch more of them, in order to be able to let everyone have one."  That got her smiling.  "I'll bet you it won't be so lonesome anymore after you get a whole bunch."<br/><br/>A couple of the townsfolk looked over at her, considered a few moments, then quietly inched away.  She claimed the table for her own, then gestured for the other interns to come join her.  "Stew and cider, please."