<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-byZrYqAfVEA/TsJCbJHU5yI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fSW7kV-22Q0/s1600/Silvanzoom-MagaliVilleneuve.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Nadia Atanariy</em></span></span><br/>level 1 | Elf | Slayer (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=783429)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>HP</strong>: 9  <strong>AC:</strong>16 (Touch:14 Flat-Footed:12 )| <strong>CMD:</strong> 15<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> Fort: 1 Ref: 6 Will: 0<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br/><strong>Trackable Resources:</strong> Arrows: 20</div></div></div></div><hr/><br/>Of all the things possibly keeping her in town, Nadia supposed a festival might be among the nicest. The elf walked from stall to stall, bought some sweets to nibble on and played games, happily left alone by anyone and everyone because in the crowd no one gave her a second thought. At some point she gravitated towards a bard playing music, and stopped to watch from a little distance as barely dressed girls enticed the audience.<br/><br/>Laughter of children grabbed her attention next and she couldn't help but get swayed by their joy, moving along to where a gnome was giving a puppet show, mocking city politics by twining them into fairytales. She could appreciate the hidden humor sneaked in there, going over the kids' head entirely but entertaining their parents.<br/><br/>Scent of food wafted in the air, maybe a good time to eat? Remembering a particularly good looking pie stall near where the girls had been dancing, she strolled back over there and stood in line while watching the show.<br/><br/>