<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fe/d8/59/fed859c255ee88991725d2d7ff7cd4c4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tamaa ya Hamu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444194)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Archer</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Faru ibn'Jalal,<br/><hr/><br/>The mention of her people, brings a wistful look to her expression.   Five years is a long time.  She squeezes his hand.  Faru continues the conversation.  It is the most chatty he has been with her or anyone that she has seen.   It makes her smile again, the thought.   That he would open up with her.<br/><br/>"I agree,  not one for towns myself.    No matter, we will camp where the princess wants us to."<br/><br/>The two find themselves reaching the stables.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:<br/></strong>