<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/>Sophia shook Timofei's hand and led him to the tent she shared with three other unmarried women of the tribe. They hurriedly threw a meal together for Timofei - not much of one, considering the circumstances, but enough to satisfy their guest's hunger and the demands of hospitality. Sophia noted with pleasure that Timofei partook of the airag she offered him, glad that he took their customs seriously. For that, she would do him the same courtesy.<br/><br/>"My name? Oh, I got that a few years ago, before I was a woman, even. I'm sure you know that there can be trouble between the tribes in this land, or even within them, between families. I have something of a knack for keeping the peace." The name had started as an insult, but there was no need to tell him that.<br/><br/>As they began to discuss the lands to the south, Sophia led Timofei outside again, snatching up a piece of cheese and flatbread on her way out. She cast her arm towards the south. "Yes, the Greenbelt. We've always had trouble with that area, what with bandits trying to seize our herds for their own. Not to mention all the monsters. If things could be a little tamer down there, everyone would benefit. I'd like to be part of this."<br/><br/>She conferred with her tribemates, then unpacked the communal possessions from her horse Comet, and replaced them with her personal travelling gear. She vaulted into the saddle like a woman born in it, which she may well have been. "Let us be off, then!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sophia stood in the city hall, obviously ill at ease. She had left Comet outside, with a swatch of colourful cloth tied to her saddle to show that she belonged to a Tiger Lord. The staff of the hall had assured her that her horse would be perfectly safe, but still she fretted.<br/><br/>She wanted to make a good impression on the leaders of the expedition, and the men and women with whom she would be travelling, so she wore her best yellow felt tunic along with her leather pants. Her tunic might have exposed a great deal of her bosom had it not been for the rows of necklaces and fetishes dangling from her neck. Her gleaming silver axe was strapped to her back, alongside her backpack and a long quiver. Her long brown hair was carefully tied in its dreadlocks, with feathers and other fetishes woven into their ends. In spite of her careful grooming, it was evident that she had not bathed for several weeks... months?<br/><br/>Sophia looked down at the piece of straw in her hand, then up at the people who would, apparently, be accompanying her on this mission. A well-mixed group, to be sure, but they would need a variety of skills to survive in such hostile land. She scanned the group carefully, then extended her hand to the nearest one of them. "Well met," she said, offering a solid handshake. "I am Sophia Peace-Bond, of the Tiger Lords. I understand we will be journeying together."