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[h2][color=mediumseagreen][i][b]Naivara Gray[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=mediumseagreen]Wood Elf, Druid (Circle of the Moon), Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=mediumseagreen][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 24 / 24	[color=mediumseagreen][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16	[color=mediumseagreen][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=mediumseagreen][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] The Infamous Pear
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[color=mediumseagreen][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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Naivara watched the unfolding conflict with some concern. She had little to hide. She had nothing to hide. Unless overly long, potentially revolutionary summations about the nature, the true nature, of acorns were a dark secret. The young druid could not say that she was familiar with Zones of Truth, but she knew well enough that among some peoples and cultures it would be considered impolite to cast such spells without warning. Searching her own thoughts, Naivara could not find that she felt any great offense though. To be sure, it was better to ask before casting, but Marita seemed to possess a good heart, she seemed kind to Naivara. The cleric seemed eager to do something, anything, as soon as possible even, and often that was more than enough.

In all things, Naivara preferred to be direct and honest. She made no effort to hide her concern at the barbed words that were thrown about and the far more subtle comments, the true meaning of which she only faintly perceived, but in the end, to her great happiness, it seemed that posturing aside, there would be no great violence.

The matter of the additional letters was surprising, worrisome, and confusing in equal parts. Deferring to Hugh's clearly learned perspective, Naivara was left only more uncertain of what exactly was going on. It seemed deeply unlikely, even to one as unschooled in the ways of subterfuge as the elf that anyone would have sent out additional letters with good intentions...and yet it was as unclear why as this was unlikely what exactly a dastardly villain or villains would hope to accomplish by assembling an even greater number of adventurers.

Listening to the rapid-fire commentary and answers of Kosara, Naivara was glad that it appeared that a great number of her new companions were swift of thought and words. She had no such gifts when it came to talking and left on her own, Naivara feared that she might never manage half as much of a conversation. Uncertain of what to say about the many things the others said, Naivara simply nodded, and did her best to appear busy. When she spoke, she gestured towards the pile of letters that Hugh had collected, [color=mediumseagreen]"I was given the letter by an old friend. A retired ranger of many years, Ral Redon. He said it was important, he said that people of Avonshire needed help. It did not seem important at the time to ask how he had acquired this letter. After all, Ral Redon is an honorable man, I have and would trust him with my life."[/color]

Stopping for a moment to sip at her fresh tankard of ale, a thoughtful frown danced across Naivara's brow as she pondered how to continue. Conversations were harder than she remembered. Hints of formal Elvish colored her words when she spoke again and it was clear to all that the druid was unhappy with the fresh uncertainty of their situation, [color=mediumseagreen]"As I said earlier, receiving the letter was something of a surprise to me. I make no judgment of surprises, but it is rare for me to receive letters. I can write, but speaking plainly, I do not write overly much, and I spend little time corresponding with wise wizards or storied regional rulers. Furthermore, I keep no permanent home, I maintain no post box, and there was little reason for the Sheriff or anyone else to have expected me to encounter Ral Redon during this particular season. A number of people, mostly my friends, know that I would always help those in need, but I cannot say that my reputation extends far beyond the edges of the forest. Certainly, I had never met Gregory Arbalest before, and it has been some time since I last passed through these lands."[/color]