<strong>Name:</strong>Shiru Tasmi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1316232)<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><strong>AC</strong>13;<strong>HP</strong>8/8<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Currently unarmored, with her belt dagger.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ayanah, Rilka | Open<br/><hr/><br/>The brief back and forth with Ayanah goes better than Shiru expected. She did not appear to be that mad about the matter of immediately springing to the festival the moment dawn broke. Even better, she was going as far as to enable one of Shiru's vices! The former street urchin had always had a fascination with garments she considered pretty and she had come across some lovely silk in the marketplace earlier that day. Perhaps it was long past time to fetch it, but it definitely made her eyes light up and made the girl practically bounce to her feet. "Really? Oh, I saw this silk in the loveliest shade of blue, looks just like the ocean waves! I bet a tailor could make such beautiful things out of that!" Her eyes practically sparkle with enthusiasm at the thought.<br/><br/>She snaps out of it, for the time, when she hears the halfling start to give a tale about a rather unfortunate cleric. It is sort of story that would have somebody perfectly sober break out into a fit of giggles, and a mead-addled Shiru is no exception. She gives a hearty clap of her hands at the end of the tale before making her way over to where the halfling woman is seated upon a stool. After hesitating for a moment at the end of the approach while she thinks of the words to say, she gives a quick little bow of her head as an idea pops in her head. "I wanted to thank you for helping Aya and I again... I know we don't really have anything to repay you with... but maybe we could go out to the festival markets and get something for you? Even things out a little?" Shiru's eyes take a certain hopeful look, wanting to find some way to balance the scales.