<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/255/1/b/sketch_xxiii_by_charlie_bowater-d6lzqaz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Shani Lamit</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1078422)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>As the sun rose over the town, Shani stood waiting where she could watch the first golden light stretch out to banish the cold shadows of night from the streets.  Listening to the village waken behind her, she gazed off toward the sun with a soft smile on her lips, letting the sun's warmth soak into her skin and lift her heart.  Still, even the breaking dawn could not entirely remove the concern from her mind, left over from the dream which had troubled her normally peaceful sleep.  Turning from the east only once the sun had fully climbed over the horizon, she began to make her way through the square to the Keep and the purpose for her presence in Lahearth.<br/><br/>Along the way, she took note of the people and could feel the frisson of unease that ran beneath their seeming normalcy.  It only served to add to her own worry, but she tried to push her concerns to the back of her mind, hoping that their actions today would serve to eradicate whatever it was that caused such unspoken fear.  Stopping at a vendor's stall, offering the man hawking his wares a smile, she passed over a few coin in return for a plump orange and a small sack of berries, murmuring her thanks before continuing on her way.  The food wasn't necessary, but she wished to support the locals as best she could, and many foods were simply too delicious to give up entirely, whether she required them to survive or not.<br/><br/>Finding her way to the Keep, and the waiting room, was quite a simple task.  She settled on the floor against a wall, putting her purchases in her lap to peel her orange.  Shani was dressed in a ebony gown of soft, loose material worn over her mithril armor, and a pair of supple, black gloves that climbed her slender arms to just past her elbows.  As she watched the other adventurers arrive, she nibbled at a section of orange, savoring the burst of sweet citrus juice on her tongue.