<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gzkeEiS.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Medb Mag Uidhir (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2044223)<br/><strong>Location: </strong><br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A loose fitting dark cloth dress, some foliage, a pair of heavy work boots and a backpack full of books and equipment<br/><strong>Content: </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>While Medb had no connection to the unmasked woman, she could easily see the recognition on the face of Danae.<br/><br/>"I'll take the torch," she says to Aloisa before accepting the light and following on, "I only need the one hand free." Med proceeded to follow the rest of the group, holding the guiding light aloft to benefit her companions as much as possible, taking in Ms Vine-Lott's words of it being too late for some of the other passengers who were once their shipmates and the cruel fate that the sentiment meant in the short term as it had for the woman she had recognised garbed in the clothing of an orderly, guarding another of their number whose mind was being torn asunder.<br/>The storm outside seemed to be getting worse by the sounds of it and the brief flashes of illumination, distracting the druid from the potential threat as they traversed the asylum. It was lucky that they had the keen senses of Aloisa at their disposal.<br/>"Can you tell how many there are?" she asked