<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Island docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>White cotton jodhpurs, loose and ragged grey muslin riding shirt with collar open and sleeves rolled up, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Undergoing medical treatment<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Corinne, Medb, Open<br/><br/>"You have my gratitude," Danae said, and took each proffered berry with the systematic precision the ritual demanded.  Bitter they were, but not altogether unpleasant.  There was a certain juniper-life freshness to them that she found invigorating.  "Quite, I can -" she paused and rose, feeling her limbs infused with newfound strength, "I can feel it now."  She stretched, and felt a lancing burst of pain - a cleansing burst that heralded the closing of her wounds, blood seeping away, skin mending, nerves fibrillating.  She took a few steps, feeling the cool sea air on her skin.  She would need fresh clothes after her ordeal, and a bath.<br/><br/>"Our ship was claimed by a squall, I think, or perhaps something sinister.  The great vessel was rent apart, and her crew and passengers scattered.  Here, before you, are the only survivors.  Or at least those of whom I am aware. If we are to stay here long, we shall need food and shelter for many of us have not slept since the wreck. I, for one, should be grateful for a new change of clothes and so much fresh water as can be spared.  Is there no trade to be found in this place?  And what is there inland?  Do you know this island well?  If so, perhaps I might ask that you guide us, though you have already done much and we have little to offer in return."