<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/775121752186421279/776453145865093230/flowing_hair_kuro23.png?width=520&amp;height=571)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ceri Thayheart (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333328)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform + leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room 117<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wren, Seven + Open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12 -<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>An unknown landscape, a mysterious voice shouting at them, and the rumbling. All of it set off Ceri's danger senses. "I'd love to talk more about these pretty, but tightly uncomfortable uniforms later. Alas, I've a bad feeling about this event" Ceri said to Seven, picking up the conversation Seven had tried to start previously. She she spoke, Ceri was strapping pieces of leather armor on to herself, over the uniform. Thigh guards, shin guards, chest protection, and forearm braces. She was just finished throwing on her sword's scabbard and belt, when Wren hopped over and grabbed her by the hand. Ceri looked down at the halfling taking her by the hand, needing to look quite a ways down in fact. "Yes yes little one, I wish to see what's going on... But, would rather be prepared for it," Ceri said while giving her sheathed Long Sword a pat.<br/><br/>Ceri would let Wren take the lead, walking her and Seven out of their dorm room, to find out what was going on. Stepping in to the hallway with the others, Ceri would spot more students hurrying about in a panic, calling out in search for their Dorm Mother. Was that someone like a chief or guide for the other women here? "The others search for this... Dorm Mother. Perhaps we should as well," Ceri offered to Seven and Wren.<br/>