<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yAXZfvb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tinalia von Grazen<br/><strong>HP:</strong>7<strong>AC:</strong>11<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>1<strong>Will:</strong>1<strong>Ref:</strong>3<br/><strong>Limited Resources:</strong>Not really any at the moment<br/><strong>Am I okay losing to this foe:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Tinalia didn't mind the lack of privacy. In fact, she had been the one-or at least, one of the ones-contributing to a distinct lack of it, as she was sticking her nose in everything and happy to talk to everyone. She had received a firm few talking tos when she got in the way of the sailors, but she asked for a quick rundown of how everything worked one night and learned enough to be able to keep out of the way. She learned from watching the sailors that it was a lot of hurry up and wait, run to a place and do something, then a few minutes later repeat.<br/><br/>She had also stuck her nose in the efforts of the spellcasters on board, utterly fascinated by the magic the clerics and a few others could display. She had her alchemy talents, and her father was a skilled merchant, but they couldn't do anything quite like the magic they performed. She watched the sunrise with a smile, her purple hair blowing in the breeze. Every day they got closer to the unexplored lands. It was going to be wonderful!