<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/74/ed/5e/74ed5eef10c825703fce975c55e5529c.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b9/b6/e3/b9b6e3dd74c7946559d6c839a22b40e5.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: gabriola;">Jazzy Feldspar</span></span></em></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1053846)<br/>CN Gnome Druid (Feyspeaker)<br/><em>low-light vision</em><br/><strong>Init:</strong>+2;<strong>Hp:</strong>10/10;<strong>Fey Magic SLAs</strong>: 4/4;<strong>Faerie Dragon SLAs</strong>: 6/6<br/><strong>AC</strong>18 (touch 13, flat-footed 16);<strong>Fort</strong>+4,<strong>Ref</strong>+2,<strong>Will</strong>+3<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common, Gnome, Sylvan, Druidic, Aklo, Draconic<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Jazzy's mount, Runt, was around 6 feet from nose to ass and had to weigh somewhere close to two hundred pounds, which made the 3'2" gnome riding on the saddle strapped to its back look like...well, lunch.  The frog was surprisingly agile and swift, more than capable of keeping up with the horses and carriage, though its smooth, impressive hops would likely make anyone unused to the motion very ill while riding it.  Jazzy seemed quite comfortable in her seat, having no issue staying in place, and even able to eat while rising and falling through the air atop a massive amphibian.  Runt was allowed to go off and forage for his own food when they camped for the night, and he never seemed to go hungry...though the local rabbit and badger population likely suffered from his healthy appetite.<br/><br/>During the trip, Jazzy kept up a steady patter of ever-changing conversation.  Her mind was clearly quick and clever, but she often switched gears in mid-sentence, as if unable, or unwilling, to remain on one topic for too long.  Her stream-of-consciousness babbling was easily tuned out, and she never seemed to require the others to join in, though she welcomed their input.  Every morning, she took the time to sit and commune with nature for half-an-hour, then conjured a handful of ripe, juicy berries mottled rose madder and tangerine.  These she put into a hide pouch that had been stained over time with the juices of the berries in a kind of tie-dye pattern.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When they arrived at Oleg's, she leaned forward and patted Runt between his gigantic, gelatinous eyes, then slid neatly off his rounded back to land on her feet beside him.  Oleg and his wife were granted a wide, shining smile as she approached them.  "Hiya!  I'm Jazzy.  That there's Calim, Wladyzlaw, Sophia and Saruma.  Excuse me for askin', but shouldn't there be more folks around a trading post on a beautiful afternoon like this?"  She motioned and glanced at each of them as she made introductions, then looked back to the couple with an inquisitively cocked brow.