<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/d75c3289ed44feb6d5e49d3e6cb93082/tumblr_o01uzt3wHJ1utyn51o5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Katsumi Shandor (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=670685)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 13 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 (Touch 14, FF 15)<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +4 | <strong>Ref</strong> +4 | <strong>Will</strong> +1<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 | <strong>Init:</strong> +4 | <strong>Perception:</strong> +1<br/><strong>Challenge:</strong> 1/1 | <strong>Tactician:</strong> 4/4<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Combat:</strong> Chain Shirt, Buckler, Katana <br/><strong>Adventuring:</strong> Backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, flint and steel, rope, torches (10), waterskin, trail rations (2 days)<br/><strong>Other gear:</strong> Traveler's outfit, potion of <em>Minor Healing</em> x2</div></div></div></div><br/><br/>Katsumi was old enough to remember the goblin raid on Sandpoint a few years back during the Swallowtail festival. it was hard to forget, after what the little monsters had done to her dog! It was without even a little hesitation that she had sought to join this year's hunt.<em>Unfortunately</em>mother didn't want her leaving the house without looking nice anyway, and o there had been a stalled moment where she had to stay in just long enough for Aumi to be slightly satisfied her daughter didn't look like a hobo.<br/><br/>Having run the entire way, Katsumi arrived at the meeting point in a rather disheveled state. Her hair, so kindly tugged and combed by her mother, now hung in dark brown streamers around her face, showing the waviness imparted by her father's side of the family. "Sorry, I'm, late,"she gulped, breath steaming in the morning chill. "Mother wouldn't... let... me out... without..." another gulp. "grooming me like a puppy." She sucked in another sharp breath and looked up to Shalelu. or, mostly up,. her eyes caught on the attractive elf's chest, and stayed there. It wasn't just the exertion that made her cheeks turn crimson as she got an eyefull of what the huntress wasn't wearing much of. She swallowed thickly and moistened her lips, before looking over to Azumi for a reprieve. A small smile was thrown towards the pretty man.<br/><br/>She straightened herself, then smoothed and tugged at the thick silken robe she was wearing over much more practical armor. "Well.<em>Ahhh</em>. I suppose they're both...<em>we're</em>both here." She looked to Shalelu again - her eyes this time. "Will we be taking the little junk-monsters on the coast, or...?" While she asked, she was fastening the leather straps that held her buckler to her left arm, its boss painted with a swirling pattern resembling Varisian tattoos. Shouldering her pack, she gave Shalelu another smile, trying hard to not let her amber eyes dip down ag-<em>dammit, why are the hills of Varisia so beautiful!</em>