<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ac/63/10/ac6310fe3114d8ce1653dc6348ca389e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Ranna Walstad</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491862)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Magnimar: Fogwall Court.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ranna grinned as she clasped Lutsag's forearm and returned his greeting. Her grin grew at the mention of Master Longfellow. "Good. Be glad to get away from all this dead stone." The payment is happily received and Lutsag's arm is given one last shake before he bustles off to deal with the others.<br/><br/><br/>A grin curls her lips as she shrugs at the skittish bookworm. "For one of the ink lovers at least you've realized you need to get out of your precious libraries." Her grin twists into a smirk as she lets her gaze run across Cirene's form again before it fades as the horned one jumps in about meals and favored qualities.<br/><br/>She makes to speak only to pause at the dark haired one's outburst, laughter spilling from her even as her gaze flits ever so briefly towards Silar. "Don't think the purple one was meaning monsters with her words. Indeed Mother was quite soft. But she was the tribe shaman and many a child supped milk from her breasts." As the talk turned to mounts she lifted a hand as if to stop them. "Animals can be useful but best make sure you can handle them. Many a fool was crushed beneath their own ride when it panics and they can't calm it."<br/><br/>The rising voice and introduction from the colorful one that had been talking with Lustag has her turn, gaze settling on the brightly clad figure. She nods towards Shadi even if the flowing garb and the feather clad weapon upon the woman's back has her eyes narrowing. "Ranna. The festival will be a nice distraction before I get stuck trapped among the ink lovers seeking what I need."