<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-byZrYqAfVEA/TsJCbJHU5yI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fSW7kV-22Q0/s1600/Silvanzoom-MagaliVilleneuve.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Nadia Atanariy</em></span></span><br/>level 1 | Elf | Slayer (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=783429)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>HP</strong>: 9  <strong>AC:</strong>16 (Touch:14 Flat-Footed:12 )| <strong>CMD:</strong> 15<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> Fort: 1 Ref: 6 Will: 0<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong> <br/><strong>Trackable Resources:</strong> Arrows: 20</div></div></div></div><hr/><br/>Nadia stood waiting for pie and was third in line when the show she'd been watching wrapped up. But instead of another one starting, as would be expected, people scattered and something seemed to be happening a few feet away from her. A half orc guy in some trouble or other from the look of it. Hadn't she seen him before?<br/><br/>The pie stall owner looked at the decreasing revenue in this area with a look of frustration towards the sheriff and the orc, and then packed up to move. The man in front of Nadia in the line argued with the pie maker but it only made him hurry up and leave quicker, muttering about no time for nonsense, and coins to earn. She didn't care all too much, plenty of food around, but she was a little annoyed that both plans she'd made fell through because some brute couldn't leave a kid alone.<br/><br/>She remained where she was, listening in now on what the sheriff had to say while she glanced around for something else to eat.