<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/><br/>Namiha was slowly coming back to the present, but she was drained both mentally and physically. And now that she had slowed down it was starting to catch up to her. Her eyes shifting to Mouser as he declared his intentions rather openly. “Well, you can cross me off the list of possible conquests.” She glared at him defiantly. How a man could expect such a thing from a woman when they were in a situation like this was beyond her. And not something she wanted any part of. She wasn’t a prude no, but she wasn’t so easily wooed damsel in distress either.<br/><br/>Her attention shifting to Faru as he began to address her, “It’s not all my blood, I was able to rest long enough to see to my wounds finally. I’m filthy but fine,” she swallowed the dry lump in her throat at the mention of water and nodded, “Yes please water would be wonderful. I ran out two days ago.” She admitted with a bit of a frown. All she had thought about was getting out to get help, she’d barely thought of anything else beyond that, not even her safety.