<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>Prepping for travel<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>The Party<br/><hr/><br/>Faelyn smirked at the little creeping of red that came across the cheeks of the athletic brunette, but chose not to further tease her until later.  Priority now demanded that they change their locale and allow the weary travelers the chance for some obviously much needed rest before the next leg of the adventure.<br/><br/>"It most certainly is not."  Faelyn answered back to Medb.  "That's why I've come here.  Even so far as Vorostokov the natural world is in turmoil and its creatures are lashing out in very uncharacteristic and violent ways.  Following rumors led me here, but I've yet to find a reason for it thus far."<br/><br/>A puzzled expression came across the silver haired elf when the most injured of the group began to question her.  "I know next to nothing of the asylum and frankly haven't been very interested in it until very recently, however I've been here for some time exploring around the island and can certainly lead us to food and shelter away from... here."   She glanced very briefly towards the dock.  "I see you are all rather... wanting for equipment.  I would feel safer if all around can at least defend themselves if something does happen.  Does anyone require a weapon?  I've a blade to lend if anyone needs it."