| Sheyla
As the rain started, Sheyla had put her weapons and some other equipment into her backpack, to keep them dry. Even though, the weapons are much longer than the small backpack, they vanished entirely within. Magical with no doubt. The flames flickering around her wrist were unimpressed by the rain, another obviously magical effect, but that was clear even before the rain had started.
Judging from her weaponry and armour, one would easily mistake her for a warrior or a ranger, the quite typically elven dress pointing more to the latter, but during the travels it quickly becomes obvious, that she is, in fact, a cleric. Every morning, when the dawn breaks, she sits down in meditation and prayer to Corellon, whose symbol she wears with pride.
Having seen a few dangers in her adult life already, Sheyla has become watchful and vigilant, even now, that they are approaching the village of Carnell, her emerald eyes are scanning the vincinity.
The hood from her cloak drawn over her head, she holds on to it with her right hand, when another gust of wind blows over the fields.
“The settlement is a welcome sight. A few walls and a rooftop will do wonders against the wind and the rain.”
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