<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cqEwLBy.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Cirene Galath</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491585)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>6/6 -<strong>AC:</strong>10<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fogwall Court<br/><strong>Current Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Along her way to this meeting, Cirene had been thoroughly buried in her book, walking as she put quill to parchment, making notes of interesting things she saw in Magnimar, the culture and styles so vastly different from Mendev, and indeed anywhere else along her journey here. She had learned the talent of walking and writing over time, able to follow the heels of people in her group, tagging along behind them. She got lost sometimes, but not near as often these days.<br/><br/>All the chatter, flirting, propositioning and bargaining was watched along from a nervous distance, Cirene involved and just listening along, until the others were getting paid. Cirene approaches the forming party, starting off with clearing her throat to get the dwarf's attention. "I intended to travel to Sandpoint as well, with this group. Ah, for something like a... research and adventure expedition. Does your man, this smithy have mounts for sale? I'd not like to trudge through the sands on my feet." Cirene then opened her satchel a little, showing a heavy tome. "I don't need weapons, but, maybe some armor would be handy... but, a mount. That's what I'm looking for the most."