<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/37e6d575-9ad7-4618-84be-cc9926784dfe/dfdk2bi-b08feab8-b1b2-4dda-adfc-85b22383ea4b.jpg/v1/fill/w_1192,h_670,q_70,strp/159_thistle_by_silvarknite_dfdk2bi-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NzIwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMzdlNmQ1NzUtOWFkNy00NjE4LTg0YmUtY2M5OTI2Nzg0ZGZlXC9kZmRrMmJpLWIwOGZlYWI4LWIxYjItNGRkYS1hZGZjLTg1YjIyMzgzZWE0Yi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.udK6ZXzGvE3Dm7Et-t4_AbqbRcRh4bj11Q--tQT1E3w)</div><br/><strong>Name: Thistle</strong><br/><strong>Race: Human</strong><br/><strong>Age: 18</strong><br/><strong>Class: Barbarian</strong><br/><strong>Status: Freeman </strong><br/><br/>Seeing every one head out and gear up gave Thistle the chance she needed to step outside and cool down from all the excitement.<br/><strong>"This is it"</strong>She says out loud to herself. Finally she found an opportunity to not be alone here. She felt out of place when she joined the caravan, like some kind of hanger on. But now she feels like she's part of a team. An adventuring group like her mother always told her stories about!<br/><br/>Thistle cant help but to smile to herself at this.<br/><br/>Quickly she gathers her supplies and procures another healing potion. At first considering swiping one free of charge, but her judgement gets the better of her and she makes note to pay for it. Dont want to start off on the wrong foot.<br/><br/>She then returns outside and spots some of the others readying themselves.<br/>Thistle cant help but be fascinated by the strange armor worn by Josephine.<br/>She's seen warriors wear full plate before, but something seemed odd about her mail.<br/><br/>Thistle slides up next to Josephine, wearing practically no protection in comparison to what the Armored Artificer was wearing.<br/>Thistle wore but only her traveling cloths, and a small parrying shield she had strapped to her arm.<br/><br/><strong>"That's some pretty fancy armor you've got on. Where did you get it?"</strong>Thistle says, looking up to the comparatively towering figure of Josephine.