<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>Brewfest 2, 577 C.Y. in the afternoon<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Gnarley Forest, Beratana Village<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirien's Cottage<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None<br/><br/>'Thank you' he said, entering the cottage. It reminded him of his cottage that he'd left behind in the High Vale. Oddly enough, Fiorala Lavorial had agreed to watch over it for him, and to tend to the garden. He would not be surprised if she took up residence there while he was gone. The conversation that he'd had with her had been most...revealing and led to an afternoon that he'd not forget for awhile, and coming into a quaint, cozy cottage had brought that back to him, reminding him of his own home, only this cottage was better kept than his unruly mess of a home.<br/><br/>He returned the hug, not at all stuffy like their high elven cousins.<br/><br/>'It's lovely. Reminds me of my own cottage in the High Vale, although I bet the winters are milder here than they are up there' he said as she led him inside and he took a look around. He heard Teria's coughing sound and smiled. 'Welcome indeed, a pleasure to meet you as well, finally. I have heard much about you' he said to Teria, and he reached into his cloak pocket, and pulled out a few of the sweet breads he'd saved, and offered them to the small dragon as way of a small gift.<br/><br/>'Dreams?' he said, intrigued. 'I wonder what they mean. You know, just before I left, my sister gave me this' and he pulled out his unusual piece of metal 'that she said Master Theressial gave to her, but she suspected he meant it for me. I was given the message 'you'll figure out what to do with it' from him. I thought it odd, but if you have had dreams, well I guess anything is possible' he said, showing her the metal piece.<br/><br/>'Very happy. It was a necessary decision and one I would make a thousand times over. I fear it is time for our people to stop staying behind their imaginary boundaries and become a vital part of the world, and the wheel of time as it moves. I've said the same for our brethren in Celene. The world around us moves, whether we choose to be part of it or not, and there is so much life to live' and he took a sip of the offered drink. 'Plus, I am not made for being behind walls. My travels have been wonderful, I visited my cousin in Verbobonc, and I've escaped the dreadful prospect of an arranged marriage. I'd say it's good. How about you?'