<div class="floatleft">(http://www.fondosgratis.mx/imagenItem/9044/1366/black-panther-blue-night.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Orchid<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Druid<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Halfling<br/><strong>Character Sheet:</strong>Here (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=164723)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering Dryad Wood<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Loin cloth, Only her long black hair covers her breasts<br/><strong>Scene Music:</strong>Baldur's Gate - Candle Keep (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ar4WZyYnUjs)<br/><br/>Orchid was an odd one. Even for a druid. From the beginning she dreamed of adventure and excitement, like the old tales she heard as a young girl. Her circle, had often frowned on such things. Their duties, thus hers, were to the surrounding forests. It was a dark turn of events that eventually lead her to leaving the circle and traveling alone.<br/><br/>Dryad Wood, at least to her, was an amazing place. She had never seen so many humans and elves in one place. The culture clashed here, and added to the exoticism that she perceived. The smells of fine foods being baked and served wafted in the air and made her stomach grumble.<br/><br/>People stared at her as she explored the crowded streets. She was dressed in only a loin cloth and bracers, her long black hair, which was covered in ornate feathers and small antlers, covered her petite breasts as she trudged along. She had a scimitar sheathed to her back, and carried a staff as her walking stick.<br/><br/>The druid stopped and peered up at the shop sign that dangled outside, just above the door. "The thirsty Dragon..." Orchid read. She scrunched up her nose and peered around. "I do hope there are no Dragons in there..." she added before entering the tavern.