<div class="floatleft">(https://whisperingworlds.com/wp-content/gallery/fantasywomen/fantasywoman105.jpg)</div><br/>Fast Stats: AC 19 | HP 24/24 | PP 15<br/>Magic: 4/4 level 1, 2/2 level 2, Channel Divinity (Healing/Turn undead) 1/LR<br/><br/>Arya Thorngrove - Character Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16121272#msg16121272)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Arya had recently helped with one such quest the bard mentioned but found herself back here after returning to her home for a few months. She had made good money healing others and charging whatever they could afford for the privilege, but somehow in her sleep she woke up in one of the upstairs rooms of the crossroads. That was weeks ago, and she had wondered if this place was a curse or a blessing. It was a curse in a way that it did bring you back, apparently for reasons that were quite elusive, but also the quests the place provided helped people and made the world a better place. That was the main reason Arya didn't get bitter.<br/><br/>She was drinking a juice that thankfully was on the house this time, when more arrivals appeared. One that spoke out angrily was a gunslinger by  the looks of the strange device she had on her belt. Very rare. Arya had heard of such things but didn't believe such things were possible. Certainly none in her home village had seen them. They were apparently gnomish inventions and incredibly expensive. This woman whoever he was was a woman of means but had also seen misfortune as a wooden limb - well partial arm was present in place of flesh and blood. Hmm. Arya's healing instincts took over. If the woman wanted she could get some high level cleric to restore the limb but Arya wasn't that powerful herself yet. Perhaps if the woman had the means she could find one that was ? Or perhaps she choose to keep it that way- in the same way some fighters choose to keep scars. As a reminder to themselves and a message to others.<br/><br/>Shade explained the situation as best he knew how to the stranger - who as yet didn't provide a name and Arya thought perhaps a kind gesture could ease the stranger into accepting the situation all too familiar to the cleric.<br/><br/>"Hello I am Arya ! Cleric of Life and Healer. Pleased to meet you" Arya had stood from her chair and drink and nodded curtly to the blonde haired gunslinger. "I see you have one of those gnomish fire-sticks things, I forget what they are called. Intriguing. Can I get you a drink ? The ale and mead is very good here, but so is the wines, or so I have been told, I just stick to the fruit juices but they also serve food, and the beds here are very soft - and the bedchambers have their own fireplaces too." Arya then looked to the bard.<br/><br/>"Shade thanks so much for playing my favourite tune again, I think you do it as well as the original minstrels now ! If you like that one there is another that is a classic from my home village its called<strong>Wonderful Life</strong>by a sole minstrel called<strong>Frank Black</strong>. I can sing if now if you like, although I might be out of tune a little I am sure you can gather what notes I am reaching for. It goes a little like this .... "<br/><br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FE_dxZi9pE