<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/478/601/133/fantasy-art-angel-artwork-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div>Name: Yule B. Ulritte<br/>Wearing: As Pictured<br/>HP|MP: 7/7 | 4/4<br/>Tagging: Kuna<br/>Conditions: N/A<br/>Notes: N/A<br/><br/>As usual, Yule B. Ulritte was stuck in rather odd position when she came to the base camp and got to work. While she wasn't as closeminded as the rest of her race in the strict and tight communities she used to be a part of, that didn't make her feel any less out of place even years later. Sure, the humble aegyl had become rather kind as a person due what to her was due to being in a job for the majority of her life that involved the caring and defending of others. However, the social awkwardness of the short cleric came off far worse due to all the past racial tensions.<br/><br/>Hence, the humble seamstress was currently out hunting animals for more patchwork materials in order to be productive in Valefor's name. Of course, she was seeming to go about it more in the way of a hunter, giving them an honorable death and respecting the resources they gave as her goddess intended. After she launched off another Elemental Orb to do such to a nearby rabbit and made her way to it, she hadn't noticed that there was a small person in her path until she felt a small bump. "O-Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that. May Valefor see you well." Yule was quick to say, hoping her eyes didn't betray her intent.