<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Enastril Rixxle<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Fighter/Mage<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, just prior to sunset<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Forgive me...being a devotee of a goddess tends to make one more apt to see omens in occurrences."</em>Those words certainly made what they were witnessing stand out in Enastril's mind. He had been convinced it wasn't a coincidence, and voiced as much, and it seemed that Kirien was of the same mind, although she was likely apt to see things a bit different as far as portents and omens went.<br/><br/>'Of course' he said, and he reached into his pouch and pulled the curious bit of metal out, and handed it to her. He was expecting it to cleave to the others, like the prior ones had.<br/>