<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pErGOme.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Shalashaska (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2136591)</span></strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>18<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1  3/3<br/><strong>Status/Effects:</strong>sore bottom (-1 composure  :P)<br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><strong>Rolls:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The trip from the capital city to Falcon's Hollow had been about as taxing as one might expect, especially for a "soft" young man like Shalashaska. It was unusual for someone of his position to stray too far from the church itself, let alone the entire city. In fact there had been only one time he had been on such a long trek before, and it was when that group of clerics took him from his family to join the church, where he had spent the past ten years of his life. That journey too had been equally life changing for him, though he worried that this present one might not be for the better.<br/><br/>Still he had not complained, no matter how rough the trip or how anxious he was about the destination. In fact he had done everything in his power to make himself as little a burden as possible on the trip. Because of the strange abilities the goddess had blessed him with, the boy didn't need to eat, and was able to conjure up fresh water on a whim, meaning he didn't take up any of the caravaners' supplies. He used his magic as well as he could to assist where he was able, which mostly came down to using his healing magic to sooth the workers' tired bodies when they made camp. He had even tried to lead a sermon to raise everyone's spirits, though they had been quick to make their disinterest in his religion very clear, quite rudely too.<br/><br/>But in the end they had arrived, thankfully without major incident. He stepped onto the ferry to cross the river, though the moment he stepped on his legs were shaky and his knees wobbly, clearly having no sea legs at all. He actually had to cling to the rower gently for support, which the man seemed to find greatly amusing, and even after the boy got off he still felt strangely off balance for the first few steps.<br/><br/>Now on stable ground again Shala took a moment to merely take in the town, doing a slow turn as his eyes swept over the buildings. To say this place was different from the capital was an understatement. It was like a whole different world, and perhaps it was. There was a certain nostalgia in it though. This kind of small, rough town was not unlike the village he had been born in, growing up in a simple peasant family with his parents and 8 siblings. Those times had been quite hard, but not entirely unhappy. In fact he would sometimes think back to his family with a wistful yearning, not having seen them since he left, nor heard from them save the sporadic letter or messages carried between venturing clerics moving to and from the area. That yearning was even stronger now, and it made him wonder why they couldn't have just sent him back to his family's farm if they really wanted to get rid of him. Perhaps his home town had been too close to civilization for their liking...<br/><br/>Ayda's words broke him from his daydreaming, and the young oracle turned to her with a warm smile. The strong, gruff woman was every bit as hard and blunt as one would expect from an orc. And while that didn't make for the most pleasant company, and she had a rather perplexing choice in nicknames, he could tell she was a good person deep down, "Understood. Thank you so much for all your he-eep!" the boy started, his attempts at gratitude roughly cut off by a meaty hand smacking his bottom, making him lurch forward a little, reddening his cheeks, both above and below, "u-umm, yes, well. Again I should thank you for....." he stammered, however he trailed off mid sentence as the orc casually walked away, clearly not caring for any further conversation, even if only to accept his thanks. Ayda truly was a good person deep down, he believed,<em>deep</em>deep down...<br/><br/>With a sigh the boy suddenly found himself all alone, abandoned by his only "friend" in town, left to fend for himself. Adjusting his pack Shala turned and headed towards the inn Ayda had pointed out for him. "Jak-a'-Napes"...he wasn't even going to try deciphering what the name was supposed to mean, if it had any meaning at all. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Shala pushed his way into the humble establishment, spotting the bar quickly and making his way up to who he assumed was the innkeeper, "Greetings! Good evening to you friend" he greeted, putting on a small, friendly smile, the large sun mask covering the top half of his face really highlighting his soft, supple lips.