<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ivOJI1t.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Maya Kritri (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1864703)<br/><strong>HP</strong>:  51/51<br/><strong>Status Effects</strong>: Normal<br/><hr/><br/>Maya was enjoying some of the time off she'd managed to earn for herself after he last adventure.  Much of that time had been put into studying the new trinket she'd acquired.  Having seen the results of using it recklessly she'd decided to avoid invoking its power, that and her Goddess had not yet asked her to use it.  Her Goddess was another source of continually consideration.  She wondered when it would be best to try and fulfill the visitation request.  Being beholden in such a way was somewhat annoying, but at least there was no set schedule.  The benefits, of course, far outweighed the nuisance she had decided long since.  Despite her desire for freedom from the routine, somehow she ended up back at the same little tavern where her adventure had began.<br/><br/>Some of the others had already given her a hard time about her advancement to the Gold rank.  It wasn't as bad as might have once thought, but she had enjoyed the notoriety she had obtained from refusing promotion despite her obvious skills.  She hadn't really explained the circumstances to anyone yet, that was another mystery for another time.  Regardless, the Twice-Blessed Changeling enjoyed the status she had obtained, though word of what she'd really done hadn't quite gotten out--perhaps for Qorn's benefit as much as for hers.  There was speculation, of course, and she filled in a few vague details to let the rumors grow as they inevitably would.  Of course one thing she couldn't quite hide was her new connection to the Asgardian Goddess.  A connection that seemed to become more and more obvious by the day.<br/><br/>A missive bearer from the Asgardian Embassy showed up at the tavern that day and delivered a letter directly to her.  The messenger didn't wait for a response, but instead bowed curtly and left.  Maya grinned a bit to herself, wondering just what it might be about.  Perhaps by chance, or fate, or some other ethereal whimsy a messenger from the Adventurer's Guild also arrived and delivered a letter to her, however this messenger waited for some kind of acknowledgement.  She looked up at him and then back at the letters.  Perhaps her habits were becoming too well known...<br/><br/>She leafed through both of the invitations.  It was to be a competition.  Both groups wished her participation, but under different flags.  She pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Represent the Guild?  Hm, 'fraid I've got another patron wantin' me to represent 'em...a slightly more appropriate one mayhaps," she replied to the messenger, "tell 'em thanks and all, but I got meself other obligations."  The messenger seemed a little annoyed at that, but Maya wasn't one to really care much about that sort of thing.  When the messenger left she paid for her drink and left, not unlike the start of her last adventure, to see a certain Goddess.<br/><br/>The Changeling attracted a few stares as she went, mostly visitors from distant lands that weren't used to seeing her.  She didn't bother trying to conceal what she was, which put off some people, but most that had lived in the city long enough were at least aware of her presence, and likely her affiliation with the Adventurer's Guild.  She didn't feel it necessary to hide who or what she was, which also helped to keep her hidden when she<em>was</em>disguising herself as someone else.  Plenty of the people visiting the city took notice of her, but she didn't really take much notice of them.  Instead she went to the theater to pay her Goddess a visit and let her know she would represent her in the upcoming magical competition.  It seemed fitting to represent her Asgardian Patron in an Asgardian competition.