<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/482b/i/2003/51/d/5/knight_shift.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Shaninera Jalal</span></span><br/>Elven Bloodrager/Oracle, 14 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1616803)<br/><em>Known for being a happy, pleasant (bloodthirsty crazy) person (who occasionally thinks she's a dragon).</em><br/><hr/><br/>Light-hearted whistling precedes her appearance. It echoes through the trees, merry and lilting but somewhat random, seeming rather as if the whistler can't figure out what tune to settle on.<br/><br/>Eventually the young elf Shaninera strides out into a patch of sunlight, lazily angling towards the champions road. Her arms are full of a ridiculously large bouquet of freshly-picked wildflowers, her left eye is recently blacked, and there's a big bruise along her jaw. This doesn't stop her lips from skinning back into that (almost nerve-wracking) grin when she spots Mouser and company.<br/><br/>“HI-eeeee!”<br/><br/>The berserker strides over with a cheerful bounce in her step, dumps the double-armload of wildflowers at the feet of the talking trio, and unceremoniously plops down on her own backside with little to no regard for what effect this has on her short skirt.<br/><br/>Shaninera chews on the stem of a bobbing daffodil as she draws the length of her curve-blade, producing a whetstone from her pack and beginning to carefully work on repairing the edge. It looks rather as though<em>someone</em>recently attacked the fine weapon with a hammer, trying to blunt it. This possibly has something to do with the Hellknight 'prisoner's possessions' tag still tied to the hilt. Another similar tag flutters brightly from where it's tied around the shaft of her lucerne hammer.<br/><br/>“One of the guards said he thought I could find some decent entertainment in the Spire! And I was about to go there myself when the other one said you were going, Mouser!” She switches the daffodil around to the far corner of her mouth and sets to painstakingly re-edging the abused weapon. “I dun' think the first one was happy he told me that, though.”<br/><br/>Shaninera isn't foolish enough to truly be believable in terms of either thinking of chasing off into the Spire alone or misunderstanding the 'suggestion' of the first guard. She's simply being Shaninera. Which is frequently hard to believe in itself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">TL;DR</div><div class="spoiler_body">Shaninera approaches, whistling, with signs of a recent brawl and a double-armful of wildflowers. She tosses the wildflowers down at the trio's feet, sits her butt down, and begins whetting her sword, which apparently has been blunted by an irritated Hellknight.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">She's whetstoning (http://www.archivesofnethys.com/EquipmentMiscDisplay.aspx?ItemName=Whetstone) the blade. I imagine there'll be enough time.</div></div>