<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 12/12<br/>HD 1d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>"I'm happy to let other people cook," Lynnara responded about cooking.  "Other than making sure meat isn't raw when I eat it, I don't have much talent for it."<br/><br/>The offer to ride up top, however, got a smile from her, and she nimbly climbed up to claim the spot given to her.  "By the way, I'm Lynnara, if anyone hasn't gotten my name yet."  It was a clear afterthought, rather than the usual formality that others had when learning new names.  She had no idea if anyone had asked what her name was, and it was exceptionally clear that she wasn't one to stand on ceremony.<br/><br/>That became even more clear when Clara asked for forgiveness, and Lynnara just stared, not sure why it was needed in this case.  "...what, for sex talk?" she finally guessed, but really had to think about it.  "I see animals going at it all the time during mating season."  Then she turned a slightly redder shade.  "Not that I stare at the animals going at it or anything; I just see it a lot when it's that time.  Whatever makes you happy."