<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Fu-Ming</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/98ef8e4f0af05012e76ad454a2792585.jpg)</div> <strong>Fu-Ming (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1914515)</strong><br/><em>Human Tian Bard (stonesinger) 1 Neutral</em><br/><strong>HP</strong> 8 / 8 <strong>Speed</strong> ft <strong>Init</strong> 3<br/><strong>AC</strong> 17 <strong>Fort</strong> 0 <strong>Ref</strong> 5 <strong>Will</strong> 2<br/><strong>CMB</strong> +2 <strong>BAB</strong> 0<br/><strong>Longspear</strong> +4 (1d8+4, 20)<br/><strong></strong><br/><strong>Str</strong> 14 (2) <strong>Dex</strong> 16 (3) <strong>Con</strong> 10 (0) <strong>Wis</strong> 10 (0) <strong>Int</strong> 14 (2) <strong>Cha</strong> 16 (3)</div></div><br/>It was odd, that the bustle of so many people in one room tended to make Ming quieter; but as an artist and composer, she would rather let the accumulated energy around her gradually calm itself than compete for attention against many voices at once,  It gave her the opportunity to gather her thoughts and percolate them into succinct summations when so inspired.<br/><br/>The latest arrival was interesting for her to examine, to guess what kind of person lay behind the exterior.  The challenge, she realized, lay in that fact he was without a doubt the hairiest being she had ever encountered.  That intense beard concealed so much of his face, it was like he was wearing a mask!  Her father Han had no facial hair, beyond stubble, in so far as she could remember.  Her halfling foster-father, Nahtanoj, had no facial hair whatsoever, nor did her foster siblings or cousins.  This was going to take some getting used to, she supposed.<br/><br/>The revelation that there was a fox-spirit with them, should have surprised Ming more than it did.  But then again, perhaps it was the cuddling and friendly nature of the kitsune to put others at ease.  Yet she had heard enough stories to be polite yet wary when it came to such beings.  Wilder trusted her though.  And that was enough for Ming to set her mind at ease.<br/><br/>She finally spoke once more, when talk drifted to the potential profits to be made in the Stolen lands.   "Stories are rife with tales of heroes and adventurers that conquer their own lands, build strongholds, and establish shining points of light to illuminate the darkness of chaos and the unknown.  What sort of characters will you be, I wonder?  Comedic?  Tragic?  How will your names be remembered through the passing of time?  Perhaps it's a good time to consider who you wish to be?"