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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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Fervently overwhelmed by the bandied words and excess socialization, Naivara chose the most druidic option and simply observed as barbs were traded and tempers flared, if momentarily. Nursing a third flagon of ale that she had somehow acquired with an accidental wave of a hand, Naivara watched the musical performance that Victoria put as if spellbound. Despite her rustic surroundings, Naivara loved all things cultural and artistic. It was her great sorrow that bears and badgers had not [i]yet [/i]embraced the finer aspects of musical theater. One day perhaps, one day. She listened with eyes closed, head bobbing slowly as she followed the sweet, sometimes haunting strings the bard so eloquently and expertly pulled. She felt a swelling in her heart, a warmth, a revelation, the sort of wonderful merriment that was so rare to find when she was enshrouded in the bustle of civilization.

While it was impossible for her to miss some performance anxiety on the part of the resident tiefling, Kosara, Naivara still found her dancing wonderful. The young druid practically jumped with glee as the performance unfolded and she struggled once more to not clap earlier than was appropriate. Downing what remained of her ale as a number of her new colleagues left with polite words of partings, Naivara offered a nod and kind smile towards Hugh before rising and approaching the stage.

She approached Kosara and Victoria with a broad smile on her face, cheerfully holding out two cupped hands. Opening her palms, she spoked sweetly as she handed each of them a gold coin, [color=mediumseagreen]A gift! A gift for a wonderful performance! Truly you both possess gifts worthy of the reputation of the many storied and occasionally infamous bards of the ancient tales."[/color]

Money meant little to her. She had begun the evening with five gold coins and was now reduced to three, but Naivara felt no poorer. She would have offered Kosara and Victoria something from the forest had she known to forage beforehand. Alas, base currency would have to do. She hoped deeply that she did not offend with her simple reward.

[color=mediumseagreen]"I require some fresh air,"[/color] Naivara said with a slow wave of her hand, smiling meekly and with a slight flush on her cheeks. [color=mediumseagreen]"But do not trouble yourselves, I will sleep in whatever space remains unclaimed when I return. I am not a picky sleeper. A bed is as good as the forest floor."[/color]

And so, the druid strode out into the night, drunk more on music and dance, than on any beverage.