<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1f/23/4d/1f234df57fca4f3d4c838f7e7aa53378--fantasy-rpg-fantasy-women.jpg)</div><strong>Temerity</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Engaging the brutes!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Temerity hid her face when she heard Alrun call her out. She fell a half pace behind Ilya in an attempt to avoid further embarrassment. Then came the rain. It didn't bother her much. Having grown up a feral child she was used to just about any weather. In the worst case, she would have to start a small fire to warm up and dry off once they arrive at their cave, but Alrun guided the group to a nearer shelter to wait out the downpour. As the orcs came into view she regretted not contesting Alrun's plan to head for shelter. Wordlessly she readied herself for combat. She appreciated Arrian's eagerness to command and was bothered somewhat by Alrun's silence.<br/><br/>At any sign of aggression, Temerity is keen to begin casting Fire Bolt at whatever Orc has already taken the most punishment. Following Arrian's commands she would position herself behind the others, but certainly within range of at least one Orc.