<div class="floatleft">Han Ming-Fu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2318621)<br/>(https://i.gyazo.com/789772ede28173cb214f86fff115c5d3.jpg) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2318621)</div><br/>"My things!  I found my gear!  It's all here!"<br/><br/>Ming-Fu cries out in glee and begins to pick through the items, donning her clothing, armor, and strapping her weapons and gear in place.  Looking over her shoulder, she calls out loudly in each of the languages she's already communicated in.<br/><br/>"Everyone!  Come quickly!  I do believe this room contains our clothing and belongings!  Someone wake up the dhampyr!?"<br/><br/>Hefting her lance with no small measure of relief, the young Tian grips the haft tightly, as if fearful it would vanish again.  The length and width was a little more than she had remembered, but it was familiar enough to be reassuring to her psyche.  Slinging it over her shoulder and across her back, she grabbed her shield by the center boss and adjusted the grip so that she had it ready for action.  She looked much more comfortable now and far less anxious than before.