<div align="center"><strong>Situation Update</strong></div><br/>Nothing new; same day.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Solifria </strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Response in Corann’s post.</div></div><div align="center"><strong>Nemea</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Response has been roleplayed out via IMs. Feel free to embellish a bit.</div></div><div align="center"><strong>Hollywillow</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">After your observations of the man, you hear him cluck his tongue in his teeth and look directly up at you. You can immediately tell that he isn’t entirely human. His skin is the color of pale, peeled birch bark mixed with the craggy signs of age you would associate with a human. Despite that, his garments don’t appear to be made by humanoid hands at all, but woven together with roots. It just looked like cloth from the distance. His voice is wry, timbered with amusement and the crackle that hints that the man might not be entirely sane, “Come out, whoever you are. I won’t hurt you, unless you threaten my heard.” With that, the man beacons, his yellowed, cracked fingernails ominous, but his features were open and without hostility. </div></div>