<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>Patience was supposed to be a virtue of her, and so far it had been.  Sumara had kept her mouth shut and tried her best to just glance over the others rather than stare.  And yet her vows to be chaste didn't apply to her beyond her restored virginity, so she figured there were other ways around it.  Not to mention her violet eyes kept getting stuck upon the features of the other women, and for a time, upon the male as well, though she had few hopes of interacting with him in more than a normal adventurer way.  He didn't look the type to be into them anyway.<br/><br/>So far of the group, she noticed which were the more forward and boisterous ones.  The fighter seemed to be quite strong in both body and mind, and someone that didn't seem likely anyone would want to cross on purpose.  The naturey gnome seemed to have a passion for saving this nature spirit, though whether that was for personal reasons or she truly believed in whatever natural order she was likely a part of, her short stature didn't surprise her too much.  She had met plenty of short kind on her travels, and it seemed that most of them made up for their size with the strength of character.  Or pervertedness... though she found halflings were more culprits of that.  Sumara found herself caught offguard as the little cleric waved to her, and she looked side to side to make sure none of the space around her housed anyone else.  Though by the time she went to wave back, the little pink haired gnome had moved on to animate the old man.<em>Damn... missed my chance...</em>she wallowed, though unlike her old thoughts, she figured there would be plenty of time on the quest to get to know her, as well as the others.<br/><br/>Her view of the rogue wasn't lustful, though it did reveal a sort of want to explore her body.  Perhaps it was because it was the most revealed of the ladies she had noticed so far, and she couldn't help but view the lovely human's skin with beauty.  It was her responsibility to protect beauty, after all, but that didn't mean she couldn't admire it as well.  Though the rogue seemed to have notice her viewing and she thought the pressing of the thighs related a sort of discomfort with the admiration, and so she was quick to leave the woman out of her sight.<br/><br/>Gazing around, only the wondrous high elf had yet to react, it seemed.  How would she be judged, though?  Dark elves and other folk weren't on the best of terms due to the kind of people they were, much less from their more polarizing history with the rest of the world.  But perhaps the most belligerent of relations came to Dark elves and any other elf, high elves in particular.  The two kinds had a... rocky history going far back, beyond the times of even the current elders, though one not easily forgotten.  Many were the trespasses between the two nations, and so she wasn't quick to open conversation with her, at least not yet.  Rather, she would sit and wait to see how the mage-like woman would react to her presence.<br/><br/>Despite all of this, she was starting to get a bit impatient.  They had their objective and the situation seemed to be getting more dire by the moment.  She had to fulfill her vows and she couldn't just sitting around here all day.<br/><br/>