<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: gradl;"><strong>Briar Character Post</strong><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post:</strong> Early Morning<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong> Forests south of Dulon Landing<br/><strong>Location ending post:</strong> West of Dulon Landing<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong> Possibly Hollywillow<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong> Possibly</span><br/><hr/><br/>It certainly looked like the jig was up, with the old man spotting Briar in a matter of moments. Damned dryads-- and that was what the elder appeared to be-- were a pain to sneak up on. And what was one of his kind doing so far from Grace? As Castoff wandered back to his horses, Briar spared an admonishing glance to a nearby tree and began his approach once again. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he needed to see to whom that musical voice had belonged to, anyway.<br/><br/>As Briar broke into the clearing, his curiosity piqued. The moss that draped her frame, the subtle texture of her skin, the elven curves; she was either one of the druid's from Grace or a dryad herself. Briar arched a brow, his gaze flickering surreptitiously between the woman, the old man and back again. At least she seemed a little friendlier than the man tending to the horses. Briar still felt something deeply unsettling about the man, something he could not quite put his finger on.<br/><br/>His approach became more cautious, the slow, careful strides of a man moving into unfamiliar territory. He offered Hollywillow a smile that spoke with much more passiveness than the bow in his hand or the blood on his armor. Noticing the current state of his ware and the duplicity of his expression, Briar let the smile recede into the barest hint of amusement, instead. "Ho there, stranger. A little far from home, are you?"