<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/276ae0aef95415a088b923337959af0f.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Naivara Nailo (Nightbreeze)</strong><br/><strong>Location: Walking into town.  </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Fife, Richard</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Armor Class   15<br/>Hit Points   9/9<br/><br/>Spellcasting:   <br/>Slots      2/2<br/>Prepared: Burning Hands, Cure Light Wounds, Fairy Fire, Guiding Bolt, Healing Words, Shield of Faith<br/></div></div><br/>"Dragons?" Naivara inquired in a mix of awe and fear.  IN her relatively quite century of life, she'd seen a pair of green wyrlings huntign once.  They'd slain and devoured a girl from a neighborign band before their elders united to bring one down and drive the other from Cormanthor.  There were parts of that woods she had always known to avoid for fear of the creatures.  She knew there were metalic dragons too--just as terible as the chromatics, but bright and beautiful in heart and form.<br/><br/>She wet her lips, then said softly, "Yes, traveling together does sound wise."<br/><br/>As Fife ordered a room, she reached over and set enough coin to pay for half of it in the redhead's hands.  "I'll take you up on sharing a room tonight, if the offer is still open?"<br/><br/>Through the evening of drinking, she laughed and sang, joked and told tales.  She tried to learn everyone's name, and a little something about them.  She offered in return that she was Naivara, born in Cormanthor and trained in the spiritual arts of Coreleon's church in the city of Tangletrees.