<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Warrior_Princess2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Alana</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JqHzH38mmtrlCWkkWbWF05RokZkuYXoqB35SUgt2gzk/edit)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Mongrelfolk (Human, with Tabaxi traits.)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric of Light<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Slave<br/><br/>“I have a bedroll,” Alana replied in a matter of fact tone, “Ten days of rations, a waterskin, and ten torches I don’t need, master.  I know a light spell that I can cast repeatedly.”<br/><br/>Matter of fact or not, her cheeks were hot at being measured and imagining what she was being measured for.  Then she suddenly looked embarrassed, “I used the last of my soap this morning, though.”