<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/i9andSB.jpg)</div><strong>Myra</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2081205)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Camp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Any<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 52/52<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/>It was strange. The encounter with the demon woman had made Myra strange in a way that she couldn't well define. Certainly, she knew that she seemed strange to the people of this world, but that was never a worry to her. She was a creature of a another place, after all, her forms, her knowledge, everything about her made only to follow orders, putting her considerable skill to the use and whim of her master. Jas, in this case. An orders were simply... orders. Not good or evil or better or worse. Orders were what they were and she had to obey them. Fighting enemies, cooking a meal, throwing herself off a cliff even, they were all the same and would each be accomplished efficiently, calmly, without remorse, if her master willed it.<br/><br/>Or, at least, that how it should have been. That's what it had been, before the self-strangeness occurred. Now, Myra had the strange, impossible idea, worming in her, that some orders were better than others. Her master's hand felt warm in hers. That was... good. A good order. And he was... a good master. Another strangeness, that she could have a preference in masters. And yet, there were now aspects of his that were so that it would be... unfortunate if they were missing. But most of all was this 'punishment' of Meow's. Myra felt both eager and anxious about it. A positive and a negative. THey should cancel out, and yet they now managed to exist simultaneously in her.<br/><br/>Jas seemed to be feeling some of her anxiety as well. "Don't worry, Master, I'll protect you," Myra said, to reassure him.