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A halfling clad in blue robes stands motionless at the window, gazing out at the sunrise over the mountains in silence. This, she thinks to herself. This is why I had to leave Rahadoum — to learn first-hand, to see first-hand. To live as Nethys intends.
She is startled at the voice of Amara Li, whirling about wide-eyed at her words. She recovers quickly, however, and nods. Greetings and salutations! she says cheerily, turning to her companions. I am Enora, studier of the arcane arts.
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After spending a moderate amount of time taking in the culture of Tain-Xia, Saphera has developed a fair amount of respect for the people of the new continent. Having spent most of her childhood growing up within the orphanages of Absalom, the young inquisitor has had little opportunity to experience the differences that make up the vast world of Golarion.
Heavy footsteps come to halt at the door, where a moderately armored woman with long flowing blond hair stands clad in a well-crafted breastplate. Resting loosely in her left hand is a heavy steal shield with a powerful five winged angel, poised for combat, emblazoned in the center of the barricade. A mural depicting the struggle between heaven and hell has been intricately worked into the woman’s armor, which leads most people to reflect on the ongoing crises in the World Wound. A small leather thong lies limply around her neck that holds a tiny figure of the same five winged angel that is on her shield.
Among the weapons that the woman carries, is a masterly crafted cold-iron bastard-sword that rests in a scabbard and hangs comfortable on her left hip.
“Well met everyone, I am Sophera Moonglade. It looks like we will be spending time adventuring together. I am looking forward to getting to know everyone along the way.” The young woman moves into the room and takes a chair with as much elegance as her encumbrance will allow.
After a moment a burly half- orc enters.
"May Gorum be with you. I am here because there are enemys to hunt and glory to be had!"