<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>Taking a deep breath, Sumara rises to her feet and turns away from the mirror and her comrades to be, lest her preparations be distracted by the lovely movements of the other females or any further antics from the wizard through the magical item.  Nature was a beautiful thing, and if a high dryad was in trouble and her forest being corrupted, the beauty of this place would cease to be, and that was something by which she could not stand.  The dark elf gathered her belongings, strapping her pack on, her shield upon the pack, then her javelin pack on one side and her Morningstar on the other.  "We should get going," she announced, wary to look at the others lest she change her mind about stopping to admire the views.  With that, she just managed to step around everyone and head outside the tent, resolute in her ideals.