Leigh Phelan Cleric 1, hp: 10/10
Leigh was startled at the early knock on her door.
"This better not be another of your tricks, Jarrod!" Leigh croaked from underneath her warm covers.
After not hearing anything in response, she contemplated drifting back to sleep under the warm bedclothes, but instead, drug herself out of bed.
She threw on some clothes laying on top of the dresser, and hotfooted it out her door, trying to catch up to Jarrod, while thinking,"This better not be some joke."
After entering the temple, she noticed the large amount of chairs around the table, and her interest was quickly piqued. "Different often means important," She says quietly as she grabs a glass of orange juice, mumbles a prayer to Pelor for the wonderful bounty of ripe oranges and takes a seat. She is too nervous to eat.
Leigh looks from Ragnor to Jarrod, seeing only apprehension mixed with excitement and curiosity. "I don't know what is going on yet, but I fear it cannot be good, as those green balls of fire last night did not look natural."
She tries to relax and gives a half-hearted stretch, before realizing that her mind is racing.
She keeps glancing outside, looking at the shadows cast by the sun trying to mark time as she waits.