<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/482b/i/2003/51/d/5/knight_shift.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Shaninera Jalal</span></span><br/>Elven Bloodrager/Oracle, 14 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1616803)<br/><em>Known for being a happy, pleasant (bloodthirsty crazy) person (who occasionally thinks she's a dragon).</em><br/><hr/><br/>As she impatiently dances along behind the two mounted members of the party, Shaninera notices Ishtar's attention focused on her twirling polearm. She stops it a moment, leaning in close to the sylph (in fact, all but leaning up against the sylph, easily close enough for her natural body warmth to be felt), “I know what you're thinking,” she whispers breathily. “'Wow, hers is as big as mine, even if it isn't quite as pretty, I wonder if she handles it the same way.' Maybe you'll have a chance to find out, later.” The barbaric-looking elf grins teasingly, then freezes as a goblin appears near the top of the cliff.<br/><br/>The rager's jaws clench, and she makes the tiniest, faintest disappointed sound in her throat. Shaninera's eyes practically bulge as she resists the temptation to wave, loudly hail, or make some snarky joke at the short, green humanoid.<br/><br/>The only thing that holds her back from what would probably be a terrible idea (but one which would quickly get her the fight she wants) is the fact that as far as she knows, the other members of the party are still scaling the cliffs.<br/><br/>She's silly, and she's bloodhungry, but she's not...quite...<em>that</em>silly and blood hungry.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">TL;DR</div><div class="spoiler_body">Shaninera will continue to follow as close behind Tem and Paan as she can without getting kicked by the horses. If combat starts, she'll charge if she can, and will do whatever she can to get within reach range (yay, pollards) of the enemy.</div></div>