<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3iCb0Ng.png)</div><strong>Purdesh (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301960.msg14753992#msg14753992)</strong><br/>HP 9, AC 18, Passive Perception 14<br/>Initiative 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=132657)<br/>Carrying torch + shield<br/><hr/><br/>Out of the light, down in places decent people feared to tread, was exactly the kind of place smugglers might hide in Sharn. That the work was dirty did not faze her much, pushing into the sickness of the city in well-insulated boots with a scarf perfumed across her nose and mouth. Ever was it her duty to get her hands dirty. Muscles under wheat complexion shone in torchlight with a sheen of exertion, and the path ahead called to her, challenged her brave Adaran heart. Calmly she put a flame to the webs, and watched the embers disappear up into unknown crevices.<br/><br/>"Do you not know a tame animal from a wild one, Sede?"<br/>Before Sharn, there had been forbidding peaks thrust through the stormclouds. Armed like this they ventured through the driving rain, leaping with the wind from spur to dizzying mountain spur, catching sight of their quarry's silhouette in lightning flash. Sometimes, that shape was a dissident from the mainland, seeking protection. But often, it was the enemy spying, probing for weakness, throwing kalashtar lives at them as though each was meaningless.<br/><br/>But the enemy and the ally were identical, that was the nightmare of it. There were no collars to distinguish the tame slaves of the Inspired, dark husks of evil spirits, from true kalashtar. Had she not learned early how to distinguish tame animal from wild at spearpoint, Purdesh would never have lived to see these distant shores, or the cities so dense they necessitated tunnels like arteries running through them.<br/><br/>The air vibrated. She coud feel it in the tips of her lips, through the perfumed fabric. Purdesh braced her shield to absorb the unknown force bearing down on them.