<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 12/12<br/>HD 1d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Flashback post</strong><br/><br/>"Oh?"  Lynnara had to stop and think a little bit about Amelia, but eventually the memory flashed back.  "Oh, right!"  She nodded and smiled, giving a wave.  "Good to see you again.  How have you been?"  She couldn't remember what Amelia's face looked like without the helmet, but then, she did remember the helmet.<br/><br/>Nothing about Lynnara seemed particularly stealthy unless one watched her work.  Out in the wild, it was far better to be silent, so as not to scare off any nearby game.  Even one's scent could give one away if upwind.  The rules were a little different in a city, but she'd gotten used to it.