<div class="floatleft">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/1369166696853_zpsxjwnunbc.jpg)<br/>Vera Abbey (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=263466)</div>HP: 13/13 F/R/W: 4/3/1<br/>AC: 22 Flat: 19 Touch: 13<br/>CMD: 17 Flat CMD: 14<br/>Perception: +1 Initiative: +3<hr/>Vera Abbey, a Pathfinder initiate as well as a traveler from (obstensibly) Magnimar, had made her way into town only a day or so ago. Standing at five-foot-nothing she wasn't particularly imposing at first glance. Her choice of armor, a deep burgundy tabbard not unlike some southerner guardsmen would wear, the longsword at her hip, and the heavy shield on her back however . . that was a bit intimidating. The way she shrugged around that weight like it was nothing suggested some real strength, while she wasn't the most beautiful of women (especially around lovely half-elven magicians!), she did have her own air of confidence to attract attention to her. Not that it would linger, of course!<br/><br/>Rather than paying overmuch attention to the mayor of the town's speech, she preferred to check out the rest of the festival. Winning prizes and defeating children at games of chance didn't appeal to her, so instead she made her way to sample the local fare. After all, she wanted to enjoy her 'vacation' before her official Confirmation, and the best way to do that was with food.<br/><br/><strong>"Bloody hell, this is a lot of food. Dunno what to start with!"</strong>She spoke aloud to herself, eye-ing the assembled delights. Her accent was quite strongly Andoran, despite her Chelish features, further muddling up her dubious background. Her accent and method of speech was more like a country girl than a guard!