<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/Neeral.jpg)<br/>Neeral (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1428855)</div>If Taran happened to trip over Neeral's magical tripwire, he would find himself face down in the dirt, with Neeral sitting on his back, grinning. "That's something new I learnt since we last worked together," she said proudly. "I've been setting tripwires since I was five years old, and if you understand the idea of a tripwire that deeply, then," she held up her hands, and another thin line of force stretched between her fingers, "you don't actually need the wire at all."<br/><br/>Once the bodies were dumped unceremoniously in shallow graves, and a campfire had been started, Neeral seemed in an almost festive mood. She had stripped out of her leather armour and donned her orange and yellow scarves again, which cast her body in odd shades in the light of the fire. She produced a set of small wooden balls from the depths of her mule's saddlebags and idly juggled them while she chatted.<br/><br/>"You know, I think we did really well in that fight!" she said, smiling happily. "Okay, so the way the tower got into Kiva's mind was bad, but that could have happened to anyone. Taran was amazing, and everyone really pulled together." She patted her bandolier. "I've got lots of those smokesticks, and I can make magic smoke traps too, so I can throw those down whenever it'll help. Next time, though, I'm going to hide behind you guys once the fighting starts."<br/><br/>Later on - perhaps after someone and sent some alcohol her way - she pulled another flask from her bags, took a swig from it, and breathed out a plume of liquid that caught fire as it crossed the campfire. "Anyone else want a try?"<br/><br/>By the time the campfire had been reduced to a pile of glowing embers, she had curled up in between them to sleep, apparently enjoying the heat of the coals rather than being burned by them.