<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/e52dcd0baddc5003d2d2a5b80040236e/tumblr_njhbzwhPI91ra7k9xo1_540.jpg)</div><strong>Nesha</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1118798)<br/>CG Aasimar (Agathion-Blooded) Cleric 1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/9<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +3, Reflex +2, Will +6<strong>Init:</strong>+2<br/><hr/><br/>Nesha's head cocked queerly as she watched Nestor and Salimah walk away, then she turned her bright eyes on the remaining two with a hint of a smile.<strong>"I thought I might take a bit of a stroll around the square, and look over the items that the vendors are selling.  I haven't the gold to buy much, if anything, but I hate the thought of going back to the inn so quickly.  Would either of you like to join me?"</strong>She let her gaze wander to the stalls set up around the square, hands clasped tightly against her chest and a certain quality of restlessness in her feet and the hidden twitch of her tail.<br/><br/>As some of the other parties drifted away from the square, her level of nervousness abated slightly and she reached up to drop her hood back, ears twitching with their newfound freedom.  It always felt unpleasant to have even the lightest cloth draped over the sensitive points of her ears, and she was glad to have them uncovered again.  It would be even nicer to remove the cloak entirely and let her tail out as well, but she didn't feel<em>that</em>comfortable, just yet.  Still, the lively appendage flicked back and forth behind the light-weight cloth and made the fabric dance slightly with its movements.