<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/74/46/ca74461b34754c88b8b8c788b31b2ffd.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tamaa ya Hamu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444194)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Archer</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Twin Oxenbridge, Zain el-Neman, Aishah Sabri, Ibnat Abni Al-Faris, Faru ibn'Jalal (and his steed Azzam), Jewel (Aishahs bird)<br/><hr/><br/>Reaching the inn,  Tamaa would enter the establishment.   She let the others figure out where they will build.  They would figure it out.  Not her foray of knowledge or skill in such things.  She is perfectly fine with tents, having been raised as a nomad of the desert.<br/><br/>No longer a soldier,  that time in her life has passed.  Now nothing more than a mercenary.   She held no delusions in such things.   She only prayed that they did good for those that they helped with the jobs taken.<br/><br/>Pausing a moment just inside the doorway to let her eyes adjust to the lighting level of the inn's interior.    She moved to the bar and set her gear down next to her.   As she looked to the barkeep or wench.  "Wine and you have bathing facilities here or does the town have a bath house?"<br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Nothing<br/>