<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E35b81ec25ba02815cddf6a411b8426c.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Yamyra Fardawn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2445785)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl: 5, Race: Halfling, Gender: Female, Class: Cleric</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>45/45<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>d20+5<br/><hr/><br/>"Hail the camp."<br/><br/>A little redhead heeled her big, shaggy riding dog into a trot.  The two pranced a few meters ahead of the approaching group.  Perhaps the redhead thought she was less intimidating than some of the others, being not quite three feet tall with pixie cut ginger tresses.  Her scimitar was smaller than some people's daggers.  She wore alluring armor lacquered red and pink.  It revealed so much of her body that--surely even in a world where many women favored magical armor that showed a great deal of skin--it's protection must be limited.  The blue stained leather with well polished studs that her dog wore like a sort of armored blanket seemed quite a bit sturdier.<br/><br/>As she approached, the little redhead eyed the butchered crabs curiously, then turned to Crimson Dawn.  "Do you have enough butter?"<br/><br/>She paused at a polite distance and gave a bow.  "My name is Ymyra Fardawn.  These are my companions, the Fortune Expedition.  Our leader," she indicated a petite teifling with a taut tummy, "Is Razi Fortuna.  May we approach?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body">An Exercise in Etequitte<br/>Diplomacy = 25<br/></div></div>