<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5KEKEYx.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Shadi Bahar</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1174357)<br/><strong>Fogwall Court</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A smile instantly found its way to Shadi's lips upon her entrance into The Tinker's Fancy. Youthful laughter spilled out from her as she took her first steps into the welcoming establishment. As she did, Shadi began to clap her hands to the beat of the song being played by the gnomish duo, the rattle of the beaded charms on her wrists joining into her percussion. The dark clouds of Magnimar's secrets and the coming storm felt a lifetime away in this place.<br/><br/>The Qadiran found her way to an unoccupied table and dropped her pack into one of the seats, marking it for later use. For now, Shadi was wary of spending too much time by herself; the raucous guards seemed a little too far into their drinks for Shadi to feel comfortable sitting alone where she would inevitably attract the attention of at least one of them. The pack, bulging in places from one awkwardly shaped keepsake or another, would have to fend for itself.<br/><br/>During her transition from the table to the bar where the others from the caravan had congregated, Shadi found herself the new owner of a mug full of spirits as the serving woman swooped by and handed the drink to her before Shadi had even registered what had just happened. She held the mug in front of her with two hands -- not unlike how one might hold a chalice filled with holy water during a ceremony -- and looked down at her reflection captured on the surface of the dark liquid. There was no vow or law that prohibited Shadi from imbibing, though there was the voice of Sister Shaheera that told her that she was too young for such things. Over a year had passed since then, though. Was that enough?<br/><br/>"See, Mister Lutsag? Persistence is rewarded." Shadi gave Lutsag a smile and a friendly nudge with her elbow, her hands too occupied with carrying around her drink for much else. Things seemed dire as they tried their best to navigate the roads by torchlight and the magical illumination that Shadi could conjure, but it had all paid off in the end. Not that The Tinker's Fancy would have had to work too hard to clear that particular hurdle. When the alternative was sleeping beneath storm clouds, just about anything would look inviting in comparison.<br/><br/>Shadi very gently and deliberately sat her drink down on the bar. When she was fairly sure that no one was looking -- during one of Aldous' bouts of roaring laughter perhaps -- the priestess nudged the tankard away from herself in the hopes that someone at the bar would drink it for her and spare her from having to make excuses. And just when Shadi thought that she might have gotten away with it, Riata placed a second drink right next to the first. "Oh no..." The young woman simultaneously pouted and laughed at her own misfortune.<br/><br/>Talk of goddesses and of fate finally offered Shadi a chance to insert herself into the conversation. She leaned in toward Aldous and Hugh, speaking a little louder than normal to be heard over the music and the drunken revelry. "Shelyn smiles upon all meetings." Shadi is quick to offer a smile and a hand extended in introduction. "Shadi Bahar, pilgrim to your wonderful corner of the world and many more. Is it the Swallowtail Festival that has you in such high spirits, good sir? I have heard many great things about it."