<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/7D4BA29F-335C-4462-84B9-650685189FE7.jpeg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nyssa of Frozen Glass Monastery</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 31/31 <br/>Ki 4/4 <br/>HD 4/4<br/>Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=343581.25)<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>Only one of the others gave their talents, but then, maybe she'd made a faulty assumption in expecting others to recognize her, and she'd already given her name.  "For those who don't recognize the cloak," she offered, glancing around, "I'm a monk who walks the way of mercy."  Her words carried the hope for an understanding of what the others did, but then, it was hardly certain.  At least most had given their names so she could learn them.<br/><br/>Although the doll seemed strange to her, she'd heard a story of a golem once before, so it was hardly all that different.  Magic users could do all sorts of unusual things; people found it shocking the kinds of things she could do as well.  Checking her sword at her hip to ensure it was clear in the scabbard - a much less necessary precaution away from the frost of her homeland, but a habit she hadn't yet bothered to break - she stood forward and bowed.  "I'm ready to help when everyone else is."