<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/74/46/ca74461b34754c88b8b8c788b31b2ffd.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tamaa ya Hamu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444194)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Archer</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+1<br/><hr/><br/>Glad to be stepping off the boat.  The sway of the waves not to Tamaa's liking.   Not like the shifting sands that normally were under her feet.  As she gathered her gear and followed Aishah and the others off.  The princess is met by a wizened looking elder.    The mark of his clothing suggested he is into the arcane arts.  Her gaze falling as she moves up along side Zain as Aishah introduces the mage.<br/><br/>"Greetings magi."  Is offered up and given in the old form of her people.  While she also would give a bow of respect to the mage.  Her voice is soft-spoken.<br/><br/>She did not offer her name.   A thing often common in superstitions among common folk who did not dabble outright in magic.   Believing that a magi could hold power if the knew a persons true name.   She of course did not know that to be true or not, for Tamaa did not know the ways of magic.  The magic she had is what had been found or brought in the items she has.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>on his lap-ooc