<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>Parlor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Winter furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Strategic withdrawal<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Corinne, open<br/><hr/><br/>All this talk of strange ways to heal an addled mind, coupled with the oppressive atmosphere had Faelyn on edge.  The wild woman was so out of place in this den of denial, she momentarily worried she'd made a mistake in deciding to help this group, however she had learned so much more about the strange weather in one day than several weeks before they came.  For good or ill she would throw her lot in with these women if she hoped to ever escape this place.<br/><br/>"I don't know you very well and the only witches I know of are from stories, but you do not remind me of them at all."  She reassured Corinne with a soft smile.  "Witchcraft or no, something in this place does seem off.  Taking someone's identity like this can turn people into beasts.  Frightened animals are dangerous and unpredictable.  With nerves taught like a bowstring, it doesn't take much and we have an issue just like in there.  Still, I don't know who to be more wary of, the inmates, or their charges.  We should be sure to look out for one another and we should be fine."