<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4e/10/41/4e1041b0963ff5b60fb8adf254c089bf--pirate-princess-pirate-girl.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mara Hawke, Besmaran Cleric </span></span></strong><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1861583)<strong>HP:</strong>8<strong>AC:</strong>12<hr/><hr/><br/>Following the lead of Elliot, she moved away from the door. She was glad to have done so as the door opens and the Bosun walked in, she also noticed the additional audience. The first thing she wanted to do was hide her nakedness, a vulnerability, one that was dangerous to show, especially now and onboard the ship. She can crawl into a quivering mess later. She is a priestess of Besmara and should act like one. It was this mindset that she took when she straightened her back and sauntered out, ignoring the looks of the pirates. She knew they were looking, who would not. She knew that those that are sensitive will sense her aura. Her birthmark, one shaped like a skull prominent between her breasts. At least they don’t bounce. Noticing, Antonio protective stance, she rests her hand on his back, letting it linger in thanks as she continues to walk out with the rest. As she made her way out, she makes sure to study the ship. Opportunity awaits....