<div class="floatleft">(http://img00.deviantart.net/c93c/i/2014/321/4/5/steampunk_elf_by_byrsa-d86pqgu.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Namiha (Nami) Barlow (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2452168)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Half elf oracle</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+7<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tamaal, Aishah, bill, Gregory<br/><hr/><br/>Namiha blinked as Bill gently took her arm, her mind slowly coming back to the present. Though she still couldn’t seem to shake the horrified look, she had deep within her eyes. Still, she walked with him towards the fire and farther away from the barrier she’d been trapped behind only a few moments before. “Thank you.” She spoke softly, her tone light and beautiful despite the current state she found herself in. “Some warmth would be welcomed right now.” She nodded and walked over towards the group and the warmth that the fire would provide.<br/><br/>Looking to Tamaal and Aishah, she shook her head, “It’s not my blood, it’s...gods they came from nowhere.” She tried to explain, but her thoughts were still so jumbled that it was difficult. Her hands still shaking stowed her weapon at her side, her fingers still resting on the leather-bound steel. If only to comfort her with the fact that it was still there. Not that Nami wasn't sure she had much fight left within her at the moment.<br/><br/>“Yes, I was with the red flag. I had thought we were well equipped, able to face whatever came our way.” She seemed to speak to the wind more than those around her. “But something came, from the shadows, we didn’t see it...them coming.” She swallowed the lump in her throat and shook her head, “They're gone...they are all gone.” With the shock still settling in Namiha wasn’t making much sense, but at least she was talking and slowly coming down from the adrenaline high that had kept her alive during her ordeal.