<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div>Since her training as a knight was nearly complete and she had already undergone the ritual of rejuvenation, Sumara looked to prove herself as a sort of final trial before she finished her oath to the goddess.  The dark elf had come a long way already, and she thought this adventure would be the perfect trial.  Not that she had much of a clue as to what they were to do or why, but she figured parties of adventurers often obtained glory and fame, and any she gained she could give up to the goddess.  Besides, it would be a good opportunity for some quality time with other females, away from the temple.  After all, it was just going to be a small, private gathering, right?  No one would be able to notice how she acted in private, right?  Those thoughts circled inside her head as she had been making her way over.<br/><br/>As she relaxed back on one of the couches, leaning back with her armored chest outward and one stocking-clad leg crossed over the other tightly, she looked about the other members of the party.  The girls looked lovely indeed... and that gnomish cleric... she reminded her of one of the girls back in the pool at the temple.  Was it the same one she had admired in the nude?  Sumara couldn't be sure.  The others she had never seen before, though she figured she might get to know them sooner or later.  Of course, her violet eyes did gaze upon their bodies with a hint of lust despite her knighthood.<em>How beautiful they all are... surely the goddess would be proud of me protecting such beauty!</em>she thought to herself.  It was a justification to stare more than anything else, though she was careful with looking away whenever she thought she was spotted.<br/><br/>It was what led her to spot the male as well.<em>Hm... how odd... I thought this was a female gathering...</em>she told herself, though looking him over, she figured him to not quite be into them.  At least, based on his looks.  Shame really, he was quite handsome, and she couldn't recall ever having bedded a tiefling... Oh what was she saying!?  It's not something that could happen anyway!  Not anymore...<br/><br/>The old man quickly caught her attention, though she wasn't eager to jump unto his words, and rather peered over at the tiefling as he started to speak for them.  Maybe she would put out some words later.  Maybe.