Jordan moves among the people, a newcomer to neverwinter and a guest of the small temple dedicated to her goddess. She has come to the city following a dream unsure of  of its meaning, but the words of the fortuneteller doesn't fall in closed ears as she listen them. She looks to the sky to see if she can see something of her own quest in it. She can't, maybe its to soon or her goddess would reveal it in other ways.<br/><br/>She walks along the busy street, her off hand on the handle of her otherwise pacified sword, symbol of her goddess and her own dedication. As she waits she has taken the role to help the authorities discerning crimes and who might have caused them, her eyes rarely missing something and her sense of the people telling her what other miss in people's demeanor.<br/><br/>Jordan Fenix (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9485)<br/>(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2009/352/e/b/Jordan_Relaxing_by_JessAlly_by_Montalve.jpg)