<div class="floatright">(http://files.myopera.com/ghostone13/albums/3196741/fantasy-girl.jpg)</div><strong>Naia</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Armor Class: 17 (CMD 18)<br/>Aheago:  10/10<br/>Hit Points: 10/10<br/>Pleasure:  0<br/><br/>Buffs:  None<br/>Status Effects:  None<br/>Stunning Fist:  1/1<br/></div></div><br/>The young monk sang softly as she made her way through the garden, pausing from time to time to admire the flowers and chastising herself not to bring out her kama to trim the plants.<br/><em>'It's not your garden, dear,' Master Sandra would say.  'Tend your own garden and let other people tend their's.'</em><br/><br/>The blond paused.  Her skirt swirling around her knees.  She knelt to cup a tulip and gently bring it to her nose to inhale, smiling.  Then she frowned softly at the weed she noted.  Her hand almost went to her backpack for the spade.<br/><br/><em>No.  Maybe the army needs a gardener here, but they need me for my martial skills.  It's time to put them to the test against something more dangerous than goblins.</em><br/><br/>She stood and straightened her short skirt, then checked the kama strapped to her back--behind the pack.  With a determined nod, she strode up to where the comander was waiting.  Formaly, she placed her palm over her fist before her and bowed at the waist--breasts almost spilling out of her gauzy blouse.  "I'm Naia, Commander, I'm here to accept your contract."<br/><br/>The girl wasn't eighteen yet.  She barely topped five feet tall and was almost as slim as an elf.  Her beautiful, wavy hair was bound back in a leather thong--actually her sling.<br/><br/>Was this girl serious?