<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/Hxbs0grj/Slave-Kumina3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaiah (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1864224)<br/><strong>Female, Alluran, Healer 9</strong><br/><strong>AC: 27 HP: 73/73</strong><br/><strong>Conditions: </strong>Endure Elements (natural), DR3/-<br/><hr/><strong><br/>Delaiah</strong>watched the view of the city opening below her. It was close in grandeaur of the citadels of old, yet it lacked flair and that something... maybe the floating palaces missing and flying creatures summoned and called forth to serve the great magis and dragons. Those she missed. They were greatest conversationalists she had ever met. Now, this city of coin.. was filled with mortal beings, busying their short mortal lives, worrying on miniscule things that made them tick... How the world was diminished in so many ways, yet it had remain the same.<strong>Delaliah</strong>turned to look at her guardian and smiled to him, knowing how dull this must be to him, to guard her. He seemed an man of action. War and bloodshed oozed from him, yet he was demoted to babysitting duty, like she would ever broke her word. Another thing she hated, lack of trust to ones word.