<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/y41fn52.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nerisa Drovers<br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252723<br/><br/>Nerissa gave the group a flat look from where she had been lurking by the wall.  She wanted to go, and had no desire to be recruited to search for some incompetent orc.  She was hugging her bulky clothes tight around her, arms crossed, trying to hide her anxiety.<br/><br/>"Why is one lost hunter such a priority?"  She demanded, ignoring the question of tracking.  "He can take care of himself and if he ran into something worse, a group of half-dressed," she cast a dismissive look at the women who had just gotten clothes on, "slaves is hardly going to be a match for whatever overpowered him."