<strong>Name:</strong>Lucas Myers/Isabelle<strong>Passion:</strong>Doubt<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Frost<strong>Skills:</strong>Endurance ( ) Brawl (X) Throw ( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>2(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.( ) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>6(8)[2]<strong>SP:</strong>1[6]<strong>CP:</strong>3(6)<br/><hr/><br/>"No, sorry; her full name is Cahuicoatl; she'd be dressed in the colors of a Burning Embers monk.  I just call her that to save time.  Last time I saw her was...maybe a week ago?  Little longer than that, I think."  Michiru's description didn't sound like his friend.  "Not surprised there's some overlap on the names, though.  Ghostfield's random name generator leaves a bit to be desired..."  He exhaled, even as the caravan rep made his way back to them.  "Yeah, we've got one.  Hopefully once we cross the Silent Desert, we can see about heading south."<br/><br/>"The two of you will be in the fourth wagon," the representative took the moment to interject into their conversation.  "We leave shortly, don't be late."  And with that, he moved on.  Lucas observed the crowd.  "You think there's any more PCs here?"