<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5d/Amara_Nars.jpg)</div><strong>Amara Nars: Cleric of Lathander</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2676738)<br/><br/>“Oh, hey, a fruit pie?” the tall, buxom blond girl chimed in, snagging one of the apples and cutting it with the dagger from her boot.  “What a great idea.  Anyone want to split this one with me so we can have some fresh apples and still have plenty for pie later?”<br/><br/>She started to cut the apple.  The blonde was taller than many men—just over six feet all.  She had a hard body with all the right curves.  Scale armor stained yellow-gold was carefully fitted to her femenine frame.  She had blue eyes and a crimson cloak.  She marched alongside one of the wagons, leading the placid draft rothe familiarity if not with skill.  “My name's Amara.  I'm from Suzail,  in Cormyr.  Master Rockseeker was a business associate of my father.  I'm a cleric of Lathander the Morninglord.   Pleased to meet you all.”<br/><br/>Amara walked with a shield over her back and a war hammer at her belt.  A rose quartz disk on a copper chain hung above her bosom—traditional holy symbol of the Morning Lord.  A loaded crossbow was sitting on the seat of the wagon facing the back so that if it went off on accident the bolt would embed in the wood.<br/><br/>“Mmm...  Do we have the stuff to make a crust?” she pondered as she nibbled on one quarter of the apple and handed around the others.  “I don't think so...” she pondered.  “Oh, hey, a crisp!  We've got all those oats for breakfast and that jar of honey.  Apple crisp in a pot, right?”<br/><br/>She waved to the lovely wood elf—a fellow blond.  “Hey.  Lynara, right?  If you spy some more apples or some nuts please grab them, okay?  We can even take a break and help you harvest.”