<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/94/c1/c094c1241eeca14cf26cb640ed1adc46.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Faelyn Mythrandir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg15150856#msg15150856)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Leather armor and boots beneath heavy winter cloak of white furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Following a lead<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>After a surprisingly peaceful nights rest, Faelyn followed the others along to find a wagon waiting for them.  After climbing aboard, she pulled her hood up high over her head in an attempt to make herself appear more human, having been turned away at the doors of the asylum once before.  Looking at the group, in a very serious tone she asked, "So I'm not going to lie, I have no knowledge of what to expect moving forward, and I don't like that one bit.  I'm looking for clues on some business of my own and I'm not going to lie I didn't exactly have much interest in dealing with asylum patients to explain things to me, but after listening to your story I'm in.  What do you actually know, and what do you think we can expect from this place?  What are we actually even hoping to accomplish here?"