<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/RmGYA1M.jpg)</div><strong>Clara Reinhardt</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2083589)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the Ruritanian Fort<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Lucifel, Dame Meow, Tami, Gloss<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 24/24<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><hr/>Clara felt a calmness wash over her as she began to hear the sound of a lyre being played. It seemed like it came from everywhere but nowhere at the same time. Surrounding her with it's melodic tone mixing in beautifully with the voice that begun to accompany it. Clara had never heard this tune before but somehow she instinctively knew it as music of the gods. Just as this thought had entered her mind however she felt two soft hands gently placed upon her shoulders. She jumped as she hadn't heard anyone approach. Jerking her head suddenly, assuming she was going to have to explain to another group of Olaq tribesman that yes, she did belong here and yes, she knows she doesn't look much like a summoner. However when she turned she was met with the otherworldly form of an angel floating just above her. This was not the angel she had come to know however. Instead of two large wings black as night she saw many smaller wings, with shimmering white feathers. The guardian, which she had seen several times at the Edge of the World, made her shiver with just a small kneading of her shoulders.<br/><br/>"G-Greetings...Lucifel was it? Um you know treating me the same as usual, luckily no one's tried to attack or rape me or anything so that's uh, nice Ha ha..." Clara laughed awkwardly clearly uncomfortable in the situation. The angel's nakedness not helping to calm her. "Oh no I don't think I should join in, I'd just put a drag on the party. I was just looking for someone to direct me to a medical area...if this camp even has one. I'm trying to put my skills to use before the battle. I hope to at least be slightly useful..." Clara would trail off trying her best not to look directly at the angel's very nude body.<br/><br/>Just as Clara was beginning to become overwhelmed by the angel she was addressed by another nearby her. Her attention happily being drawn from the guardian helping keep her sanity. She looked upon a well dressed lady with what appeared to be animal ears coming out of her head. She remembers vaguely hearing people speaking of a race that could shift into an animal form while she was a slave but she didn't know much about them. However, Clara knew a noble woman when she saw one and this lady was clearly of a high status. "Oh greetings to you too you must be-"She jumped as the catgirl spoke cutting her off. Her tone so demanding it brought her right back to her former life in an instant. She felt a tear come to her eye but she held it back and nodded quickly hoping to not upset her and potentially incur her anger. She knew the potential cruelty of nobility and didn't want to be subjected to it once again. She let the angel pull her into the tent before them, anything to get away from her at this point.<br/><br/>As the flap of the tent was pulled back the lively Olaq feast opened up before her. She saw warriors of all kinds eating and chatting under the tent, large fires dotted the area giving off a comforting heat and providing light for the tent. As she let the angel pull her along she surveyed the people. She saw many faces until she landed upon a set of eyes distinctly staring at her across the room. She went rigid and froze. The eyes staring back at her were feline and striking. Even when she locked eyes with her she didn't look away. She knew immediately that this was a guardian spirit. She hadn't much seen her around but more from the intensity of her stare. Clara wasn't used to this kind of social interaction, she'd spent most of her life looking down after all. Was she supposed to stare back? Or just look away? Eventually she just uncomfortably moved her gaze from the guardian to the summoner. She'd seen this man before at the Edge of the World. However he seemed a recluse. She would see him one day and then not for days until suddenly he would appear again acting as if he hadn't even left. It seemed strange to her but she didn't pay it much mind. As the angel pulled her closer she could see they were having a grand time drinking and feasting. She felt uncomfortable in these sort of situations. Preferring to eat her meals alone as she'd always done, it just felt right to her.