<span style="color: #00FF40">"I am not that bothered by such a trivial thing as the weather." </span>Corila said to no one in particular, or perhaps to everyone. She had excepted the invisible towel from smaller person, who was indeed one of the smaller races, namely a gnome. Drying herself off as best she could, Corila looked and saw as two more men joined the group that was seeking shelter under the bridge. One of which appeared to be rather sarcastic, perhaps not the greatest of traits in such a place a this, but a trait nonetheless.<span style="color: #00FF40">"Thanks for the, towel."</span>She said, this time to the gnome...who appeared to be resting on nothing, but appearing to rest. Odd person perhaps.<br/><br/>She briefly pondered what the other people under the bridge would do if she was in her true form, after all, changelings were treated with mistrust just about everywhere, due to their shape changing ways. Perhaps it was best if she merely looked like an Elf for awhile. Taking her attention from the perils of being a changeling, she looked at the two new people and said to them.<span style="color: #00FF40">"Greetings."</span>From what she had heard, one of them was named Damien, though both were Human. Perhaps the most wondrous thing was just how happy and cheery the Gnome looked, if she were a Doppelganger, she would have taken the shape of a Gnome, before hand.