<div class="floatleft">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/693075/17e1a21e10521e4137beb7cd26dd69a1.jpg?1485761171)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stat Block</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stat</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Value</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Modifier</span></strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Save</span></strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>STR</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>12</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+1</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+1</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>DEX</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>14</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+2</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CON</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>16</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+3</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>INT</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>9</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>-1</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>-1</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>WIS</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>19</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+4</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+7</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>CHA</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>18</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+4</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>+7</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Armor Class:</strong> <em>18</em><br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> <em>14</em><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> <em>+2</em><br/><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong> <em>+3</em><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Features</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em></em><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Spells</span><strong></strong></strong><div style="text-align: left;"><em></em><br/></div></div></div></div></div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Lana Autumnmour</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>43/43</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Everyone</em><br/><strong>Mentioning</strong>:<em>Lotan</em><br/><hr/><br/>Lana's shoulders slumped, soft pants of exertion following in the wake of her spell. Channeling that much divine energy was still new to her, like a new muscle she had only just discovered and started to flex. It was necessary though, a temporary discomfort for herself to relieve a much longer lasting one from another. Lana reasoned that it was a fair enough trade, one she liked to think she would make regardless of her holy oaths and obligations.<br/><br/>With a groan of protest, Lana pulled herself to her feet moments after Lotan stood. She cast a dramatically less imposing silhouette than the figure before her; nearly two feet shorter, half as wide, and leaning against her staff as she sought to catch her breath. Both of her bared slender arms found themselves draped along the staff's metallic length while her face pressed lightly against the golden shaft, both for support and the fleeting relief brought by the chill of metal against her cheek.<br/><br/>Lotan's initial words and actions barely registered in the haze of mental exhaustion that only potent spellcasting brought her. Instead, she found herself focused on a single thought:<em>I should be closer.</em>It was true that she was several feet away, a few paces beyond the range conversation would normally be held at, but there was more to her feelings than simple etiquette: this was the lingering instinct of a caretaker and a comforter. Her mind had a habit of claiming responsibility for those whose lives she had saved, as if their lives were solely in her hands from that moment onward. Or perhaps, buried deeper within, it was just the lonely psyche of the girl whose life left her without friends, family, or a home, clinging to every connection it could. But - as she did with many of her emotions - she found herself ignoring that timid inner voice within her consciousness in favor of projecting a stronger outer appearance.<br/><br/>Akamobi. Hyraxi. Worldsong. All these words registered but held such little meaning that Lana's mind skipped over them almost entirely. It was only the utterance of a single phrase that caused Lana's eyes to focus in a sign of clarity that had been absent for several minutes.<em>I know not how you arrived here.</em>This was not the one responsible for the tune that floated through her thoughts and her imprisonment? It was a revelation that only served to birth more questions than answers.<br/><br/>Lana held up a hand, gesturing for Lotan to pause his train of thought, assuming he even knew what such a non-verbal signal meant. "Hold on a second, Lotan. I believe an explanation is in order before anyone starts agreeing to favors." Aiding a wounded creature was one thing - an act that her own conscience would never allow her to overlook - but endangering herself to help a complete stranger that might not even be telling the truth was another matter entirely. "Why are we here?<em>How</em>are we here? More importantly...how do we return home?"