<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 21/21<br/>HD 2/2d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/><br/>Spellcasting:<br/>L1:  ☐ ☐<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>Lynnara looked around at all the people.  Ordinarily, things like this didn't go well; she either got along okay or she was better off just travelling elsewhere.  This, though...talking to people had at least been going reasonably okay recently, and compassion struck her heart.  If things didn't go well, she could go get people who were better talkers, but she wanted to try.<br/><br/>"My name is Lynnara."  The words were soft and kind.  She lifted up the necklace to show the tooth of a T-Rex that she wore, and her mouth opened to try to explain about it.  Except...storytelling wasn't her forte, and she wasn't sure it really pertained all that well.  It helped to know that an entire tribe could gather to take down an enemy, and it was a coming of age thing, but could she explain?  Probably not.<br/><br/>Better to get to the point.  "If you'd rather be left alone, I can do so.  I think, though..."  She looked around.  "...that someone or something is attacking you, and maybe you don't know for sure what it is.  Maybe we can help; we just came in to deliver supplies."<br/><br/>At no point did she make any move towards her weapons.<br/><br/>Even if she wasn't from a more civilized area, she understood that people needed help sometimes, and sometimes it took the help of everyone working together to get it done.  Hunting down the T-Rex as a large group of supervised children, with a barbarian to tank it, helped show that people could be happy alone, but there were times when groups were necessary.  No one was truly and completely isolated from anyone else.<br/><br/>Understanding that lesson and living it were, of course, two very different things.