[color=palegoldenrod][b]Gwyndolyn[/b][/color][hr]
A simple priestess that was known in the Northern district as a common face, yet recently had said her farewells to them, having been on a long time break from adventuring. The party that had first put her off the idea of joining the chaotic fray that was the life of adventurers were a little to bloodthirsty for her liking, frightening her of the future that it would bring. Resolving herself to staying within the Andeave as one of the healers of the Church of the First Light, she had learn much about the people living within, having live in the Southeastern district and visiting the others.

Never present in an adventuring party for long, she usually only accompanied those who were heading the right way toward a location that was asking for aid, offering her skill for a temporary spot in the group she was hitching along. Overtime though, she felt that her actions were simply 'reactionary' when she saw all those who were injured and were pressed upon their luck, finally pushing her over the edge when the raid had happened the other week that the sight of those injuries pushed her to become active once more. Lacking the familiarity with many of the adventuring parties around, besides being 'that one priest girl' who always hitches rides, it was difficult for her to find a spot within any dynamic.

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Respectfully chatting with the other soloists and deftly avoiding their invitations to make a party, her eyes were keen in looking for a people who were at least average. Someone who she could support and in return they would also support her in whatever they did together, in such a place though it was unlikely. It would be impossible for herself to travel around but with someone else at least capable of carrying themselves, she'd be able to take the two of them further together. 

A figured approached her, their armor well handled and taken cared of, that was a good sign and made an instant good impression. Slowly realizing who this person was, for the three horns of their helmet was something distinctive about them when she first met them, another instance of hitching a ride with an adventuring party towards a town who was requesting the aid of a priest. The other was the first to engage in conversation, expecting and receiving what she rightly assumed.

[color=goldenrod]"And if I remembered correctly... A warrior... Yes?"[/color] She said, remembering a few of the skills that the other used during combat and besides, a sword on their person definitely limits the classes. [color=goldenrod]"I think that is agreeable, it'll be nice working with you again"[/color] 

Smiling with her response as two other soldiers backed off when she approach Ettmari, having persistently asking to join together for her skills as a Priestess. Conversation-wise, they were the kind of people she liked to avoid if possible, being too ambitious in her eyes when compared with what really were, boasting and laughing how easy it will be with them. They were the kind of people to bite too much and eventually end up hurt, it was safer for them to not have her and then be reckless on their quests, thinking a priestess would solve all their problems.

[@GreenGoat]