<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5KEKEYx.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Shadi Bahar</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1174357)<br/><strong>Fogwall Court</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Charity was an intrinsic part of life for Shadi. The young Qadiran woman doubted that her pilgrimage would have been as successful as it had been without the trail of spare beds and offered food that she had left in her wake, either from strangers that empathized with her journey or brothers and sisters of faith openly welcoming one of their own. But charity was a circle; kindness given and kindness repaid. In this way, the world grew a little brighter and a little more beautiful with each passing day. So when Shadi spent a few hours sweeping a temple dormitory or washed the clothes of a family kind enough to take her in for a few days, she was more than happy to do the work.<br/><br/>"Oh, stop it, Mister Lutsag." Shadi swatted dismissively at the air and giggled with an infectious, rising laughter that had a way of brightening whatever room she happened to be in. "You're being far too kind." It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Shadi to find herself on the receiving end of a gift or two. She liked to think it was because people liked helping the followers of deities like Shelyn, either to garner favor with the patron she served or in the hope that a favored soul of one of the righteous divines could use a small kindness to spread a greater kindness. Of course, Shadi wasn't oblivious to gifts being little more than an attempt to win over a person enough to get them into bed, but she was nowhere near cynical enough to jump to that assumption without ample evidence.<br/><br/>"But I thank you, Mister Lutsag." Shadi pulled the pan she had been eyeing from its place on the shelf and regarded it almost in the way one would a piece of art. "I will remember you every time I use it, and someday, I will tell the story of this day to my children." The priestess shared another smile with the dwarf as she set down her pack and started rearranging the contents to make space for her newest keepsake.<br/><br/>"Maybe once we're in Sandpoint -- and if I can find the ingredients -- I will use it to make a dish from my home?" Shadi looked up from her bag, eyebrows raised happily as she made her suggestion. Lutsag wasn't getting away without Shadi returning the favor somehow.<br/><br/>The handle of the pan protruded from the mouth of Shadi's backpack as she hoisted it back up onto her shoulder but it otherwise seemed secured amongst the chaos that was her bag of belongings. The gaze of her dark eyes then swept across all those that the dwarven pot peddler had gathered in the plaza, her face pleasantly cheerful as she looked upon each member that she would be sharing the journey to Sandpoint with. "I am truly blessed to have such company." The young woman's smile widened briefly before she jerked to attention as though she had just remembered something important. "So sorry. My apologies, I have not introduced myself. I am called Shadi. It is an honor to share the days ahead with all of you."<br/><br/>A look of curiosity touched her exotic features as Shadi looked over the gathered individuals a second time. "Will any of you be staying for the Swallowtail Festival once we arrive? I hear it is quite fun."