<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 12/12<br/>HD 1d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/></div></div></div></div>People who had been traveling with Lynnara had gotten to realize that there were two sides to her, both easy to understand.  When she was out in the woods, everything was simple and easy, she knew exactly what to do, and didn’t think twice.  It all came with simple effortlessness that others might have for breathing.  However, dealing with people or understanding social mores didn’t come so, and she grew a little nervous and overthought things.<br/><br/>For a few moments, as she’d hopped up and surveyed, she’d had that effortlessness and was ready.  However, something after that caught her back on edge, filling her with unease that was easy to recognize on her face and in her demeanor, but maybe less so in context.  She glanced around at people, wanting to convey something perhaps, but not knowing how.