<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sorry this took so long. Had a lot to do, and a good bit to write.</div></div></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Inside The Shelter*</span><br/><br/>"About time." A young elf remarks. His face bore clearly angular features. He wore a shredded jacket, worn trousers, and no shoes whatsoever, "Did you bring the equipment?"<br/><br/>"Sorry, but I didn't get the chance." Mindy replies. "But like I said, I have good news."<br/><br/>The first elf glared at the telepath. Fear and cabin fever was only making this news more frustrating. "We need weapons if we're going to defend ourselves. Right now, our only strategy is to pray to the gods that no one finds us. And Vonerys," He points to another elf next to him, a thin, very pale man in tattered robes, "Can't even do that properly since he doesn't have a holy symbol."<br/><br/>"Aeravel, please!" The older elf cut's in. "I can pray just fine. It's... only a preference. Now, Miss Libris, you said that bring good tidings, yes? You must have had a reason to be gone for so long."<br/><br/>Mindy smiled. "I met some new arrivals in town.They want to change the situation in the valley, and they have the power to make it possible." She let's this news set in for a moment before ading. "We can finally make some real progress in this town!"<br/><br/>"Outsiders?" A third elf pipes in, The only woman of the group, her clothes have a few holes and tears in them where valuable button once were. Her voice sound's frightened as she holds onto a fourth elf, a man whose clothes are in a similar condition of vandalized. "Is it the military? Is the Pact nation finaly making it's move?"<br/><br/>Mindy shook her head. "No, if the army was here, the whole town would be in an uproar."<br/><br/>"How are we supposed to know what's going on in town." Aeravel grumbles.<br/><br/>Ignoring him, Mindy continues, "These are adventurers. Elite fighters. Just this morning they ripped the Heodo tribe in half. and two more people have alrady been rescued today, thanks to them! Some of them are with me. Come outside so you can meet them."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Back outside*</span><br/><br/>A few moments after Mindy disappeared into the rock, she emerged from it, followed by four more elves. All their clothes seemed ragged and torn.<br/><br/>"Good people of Talloak, I'd like to Introduce you to Alyssa Jaroneva and Rihyan." She motions towards the two adventurers.<br/><br/>Rihyan garners the most attention. The couple eye the centaurs stomach like they could be it's next occupants. Vonerys smiles at the sight of the half celestial, feeling like his prayers have finally been answered. Aeravel gives the Centaur a suspicious look before giving a nod to Alyssa.<br/><br/>"Alyssa Rihyan, I'd like to introduce you Aeravel Elethvan, former member of the Talloak Guard..." She motions to broader elf.<br/><br/>"Hey." He replies.<br/><br/>"-Vonerys Arndul. Man of the cloth, and dabbler in magic..."<br/><br/>"Greetings, travellers." The smaller man said.<br/><br/>"-And the Kethartens, Sehbrar and Amaehal. Tailors by trade."<br/><br/>"We're grateful that you came out here." The husband, Sehbrar states. "We don't have anything to offer, but if there's some way that we can help, don't hesitate to ask."<br/><br/>"It's been a miracle that we've survived this at all." Amaehal states. "Th-thank you."<br/><br/>"Now. did anyone have any questions before I started reseting the shelter?"<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><div class="inline-attachment">
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