<div class="floatleft">(http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Elven%20swordswoman.jpg)<br/>Eramis Longstride (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=267786)</div><br/>"See yourself as we see you."  Eramis read the posted message and peered at her reflection in the polished glass.  How would the citizens of Sandpoint see her, Eramis wondered?  She had been on the road, walking for days to get to Sandpoint in time for the Swallowtail Festival and those days were spent living rough.<br/><br/>Eramis was a little dusty from the road.  Her long hair was loosely tied into a pony tail that sat high upon her head and swung freely down her back.  Her armour was in need of a polishing and was starting to feel heavy after such a long journey.  She couldn't wait to take it off.  The rest of her outfit was in a similar state.  A cloak was swept over one shoulder and her backpack and shield were slung over the other.  The hilt of a longsword poked out over her shoulder as well.<br/><br/>Eramis looked at herself in the mirror, made a silly face and then joined some other travellers entering Sandpoint.<br/><br/>Eramis immediately veered towards the food vendors.  Something freshly cooked would taste so much better than the trail rations that she had been eating of late.  The selection was a little overwhelming and she had to fight the urge to just walk down the line buying up everything offered to her.  There was money in her purse but that did not mean that Eramis could not afford to be thrifty.<br/><br/>"<strong>Bloody hell, this is a lot of food. Dunno what to start with!</strong>"<br/><br/>Eramis turned to the young woman who had spoken aloud and grinned.  She looked to be another traveller but Eramis did not recognize the tabard nor the accent.  "I know, right?"  she replied to the woman.  "It all looks so good."