<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/e52dcd0baddc5003d2d2a5b80040236e/tumblr_njhbzwhPI91ra7k9xo1_540.jpg)</div><strong>Nesha</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1118798)<br/>CG Aasimar (Agathion-Blooded) Cleric 1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/9<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +3, Reflex +2, Will +6<strong>Init:</strong>+2<br/><hr/><br/>Nesha's nerves jangled as she stood with the others in the crowded square, her light-weight muslin cloak and hood doing their best to hide her more bestial qualities, though a single look at her face or hands reveals the truth.  Luckily, most of the others were too focused on their own thing to notice her, and there were few present who hadn't encountered beings as strange, if not stranger, than herself.  Her bright eyes wandered over the unfamiliar dress of the other venture capitalists, scholars and tomb raiders who had gathered for the lottery, curiosity competing with the anxiety caused by so many people.  She was unaccustomed to such a large group of strangers, and the sensory stimulation wasn't making it any easier for her to relax.<br/><br/>A faint whine of impatience rose in her throat, but was silenced when the priestess began to speak, and she gazed across at the stage as best she could through the throng.  One hand rose to absently fiddle with the unbleached muslin beside her cheek, twisting and pulling at the fabric as she felt her excitement grow with each passing moment.  Though she had grown up quite nearby, she'd never been to Wati and certainly had never been on the sort of adventure that awaited them within.  Glancing back to the rest of her companions, she offered a tentative smile and murmured in her soft voice.<strong>"I think it should be Salimah or Nestor, don't you?  Perhaps Salimah is best, since she is also connected with Pharasma?"</strong>