<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/>The young priestess brought the rear wagon to a halt when she saw the yellow smoke.  Once she had the oxen steady, she swung her shield off her back and took her crossbow from the seat.  She moved up around the bend.  "Dead horses in the road?" Amara asked, she looked around.  The blond somewhat made sense of the pretense.  "You boys think you can drag them off?"  She stood ready--but not to use the crossbow as some might expect.  Amara had a fairy fire spell on the tip of her tongue.  She was going to try and catch some of the ambushers in it's radius.  That would make it harder for them to hide and easier for their friends to hit.<br/><br/>