<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 19/19<br/>HD 2/2d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/><br/>Spellcasting:<br/>L1:  ☐ ☐<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>Lynnara smiled as she walked to follow along towards the Headmaster, giving a nod.  "I may just wait for the smithy.  Someone else might need my shortswords, and I might even pick up a rapier off, well," she lowered her voice just in case, "those mercenaries that were mentioned.  Things won are more important than things purchased."  She gave a tug on her tooth necklace to explain.<br/><br/>Then, realizing that Tinalia wouldn't just understand just because, she explained, "It's part of the 'coming of age' tradition of our tribe.  A large group of get together with, well, you'd call them a tank, to go get a Tyrannosaurus.  Then we all shoot it with arrows to take it down as a group.  Just like how many teeth make one mouth, a tribe can do more than a person, and people all working together can do more than a tribe."  The last part was just coming to her understanding, even though it flowed naturally from the first.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>Confirmation that Lynnara is going with Tinalia to see the Headmaster.