<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brennisen Miller.<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Ranger.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Evening.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn common room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirien,Taavia, Eferhilde.<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br/><br/><br/><hr/>Brennisen snickered under her breath at the turn of phrases that the boisterous dwarf woman used in her exclamations.  They were new to her ears, and amused her.  The one about being a goblin's grandmother nearly made her snort cider through her nose!<br/><br/>But the dwarf had a good point.  If the amulet was a holy symbol of some sort, perhaps priests would know what to do with it better than mages.  Luckily, Kirien was both, and Brennisen trusted her friend in matters like these.  But there wasn't much time to think about it before Eferhilde announced her offer to the inn patrons.<br/><br/>It was a good idea, and the ranger looked around the room to see if anyone was going to take her up on the offer.  Then she heard the warrior woman attributing the idea to her.  She turned back to the table in surprise, just in time to hear Eferhilde say that she was pretty too.  The half-elf's cheeks pinked in response, and she smiled shyly, unsure what to say.<br/><br/>She considered the human fighter thoughtfully. Eferhilde was the sort of person Brennisen could relate to.  She, herself came from simple stock, the kind of small village environment where people worked hard at their daily toil, and then gathered at the local tavern or inn for relaxation and socializing.  Many was the time she listened as her father traded stories and gossip with the other people of their village.<br/><br/>Even when she left her home to apprentice herself to her master, the sort of fighters she'd come into contact with in his association were just like the woman at the other end of the table now. Brennisen nodded to herself, thinking that she could find friendship and camaraderie with Eferhilde.  When the decision was made that Kirien, Enastril and the rest would travel with the Lady Knight and her entourage, including the warrior woman, the young ranger felt a growing sense of excitement.<br/><br/>It was only when Kirien arose from her place and announced she was retiring to her room for the evening that Brennisen realized she'd let her thoughts drift.  Perhaps it could be attributed to the cider, or just her tendency to lose herself in her observations of the people around her.  But whatever the reason for her inattention, the words of the beautiful high elf mage she counted as her closest friend, and perhaps more, caught her attention completely.<br/><br/>She nodded, turning to meet Kirien's eyes with her own, and rose from the table to follow. Before leaving, she retrieve a half dozen silver coins from her belt pouch and left them on the table.  "Until the morrow then, friends." Then she turned and followed her best friend up the stairs.<br/>