<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>2[6]<strong>CP:</strong>3(6)  (1AT)<br/><hr/><br/>"It's, uhm...Isabelle."  Lucas felt a little embarrassed saying it to the other PC, but she had asked and he was trying to be accommodating.  He'd made it all this way from where the whole thing had commenced - the Royal Plaza in Kanissia - to here, but it had been<em>mostly</em>by himself.  (He'd run into two others who had helped him out, and knew in one case and was fairly certain in the other they were both Players.)  "Sweet taste in...huh?"  Lucas had<em>an idea</em>of what the Tanuki meant by that, but he wanted to hear it clearly for himself.  "Hey.  You see a caravanserie or port somewhere around here?"