<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>The cool breeze swept over Sumara's body, and the paladin closed her eyes to take it in as her long ponytail and ruffled skirt fluttered in the wind.  It also swept up between her thighs, giving the warmth that lay there some much needed cooling down.  She really was very sensitive again, and she realized she should be much more thankful to her temple sisters than she had been thus far.  The next time she returned, she would have to give Imrae and Aunrae a much needed, in depth thanks.  Yet as she stood there, lost in her thoughts again, she heard one of the others exit the tent.  It was the human fighter in her full armor.<br/><br/>"Remi, was it?" she asked, trying to remember as best she could the names that were rather quickly listed before all of this started.  Hopefully she remembered correctly, or this would be a more awkward conversation than she thought it was going to be anyway.  "I'm Sumara," she said as friendly as she could, extending a gauntleted hand out to the warrior, "it seems you and I will be sharing the frontline responsibilities."  She thought it prudent to at least be on speaking terms with the woman who seemed to be annoyed by many things, and she just hoped she wasn't judged on her attire.  It wasn't entirely what the show promised, but she started to wonder if a skirt was even practical under these conditions.  Despite this, it was very fashionable and she could not deny her preference for fashionable clothing, even over comfort or function.