<div class="floatleft">(http://img00.deviantart.net/c93c/i/2014/321/4/5/steampunk_elf_by_byrsa-d86pqgu.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Namiha (Nami) Barlow (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2452168)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Half elf oracle</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+7<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tamaa, Aishah, bill, Gregory, Faru,  Zain, mouser<br/><hr/>Namiha stopped in her tracks as Tamaa called out to her to wait for the others. Yes, going alone was stupid. She needed help, that had been why she had run in the first place. Or she would have stayed and fought to the death need be. For them, that would have been an easy task. It was probably why her father had sent her away. Crazy old fool, wanting another adventure.<br/><br/>Namiha stood still as stone looking at the barrier, watching it as if she were waiting for something to happen. Her jaw clenched in frustration as she waited for the others of the party to arrive. Time! Would they have enough time?! Namiha blinked as the others arrived and one took particular interest in bathing her. She recoiled from the man and was about to have some harsh words flung his way when a spear stopped the elf in his tracks. “Thank you,” Namiha said gently for only Faru to hear.<br/><br/>“I’ll bath when I have time, now we should get back into that barrier. I walked for days before finding my way back out. We have to hurry if we...we have to hurry.” She said with worry filling her beautiful voice.