<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>Harvester 30-Brewfest 2, 577 C.Y.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Verbobonc and Gnarley Forest, Beratana Village<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirien<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>Nothing Unusual<br/><br/><br/>'Are you sure about this?' his cousin asked him. Sionell was older than him by about fifty years, and was a seasoned adventurer. His aunt and uncle's daughter, she was the closest thing to a black sheep that the family had, although Enastril was rapidly trying to overtake her for that honor. He'd made his way south, passing through Furyondy, Veluna and Verbobonc, and she had met him at the Silver Lyre Inn on the outskirts of Verbobonc as he made his way to the Gnaley Forest.<br/><br/>'Of course. I've wanted this since I was old enough to understand the world and it's ways. In some ways, mother and father, and your parents, instilled the idea of wanderlust in me. Also, and this will sound blasphemous to some, I'm sure, Corellan doesn't sit on his ass and wait for the evil to come to him, he's a guiding hand, and those of us who follow his way, should seek out opportunities to do good and help others. It's what he stands for. I don't see why others who follow him don't see that, or either I'm misinterpreting something. At any rate, all those tales the elders wove as a child, and all the written tales and tomes during my apprenticeship, showed me there was more out there. I want to see it, and experience it. I couldn't imagine my life if I was to stay shut up in Highfolk. You left, so you know what I'm talking about. I've heard of some of your adventures. Don't tell me that it's not the same' he said, taking a long pull from his tankard.<br/><br/>'No, you're right. I'm not going to argue with you' she said, laughing. 'It's the same. You've got the same spirit, I get it' she said, laughing some more. 'Do you have a destination in mind, or are you just wandering?' she asked, curious.<br/><br/>'Beratana.'<br/><br/>'What's there? A friend or a job?' she asked him, even more curious.<br/><br/>'A friend, an old friend that I haven't seen in a long time, well a long time by human standards. Still, it's been awhile, and I had decided after my last correspondence to her that I'd leave home and she'd be the first person I'd visit. She gave me counsel on the whole arranged marriage thing. I'd needed a perspective that wasn't from anyone in the family regarding that. As you can see, the counsel I received caused me to open my eyes and look at things in a new light. Which means, I'm not getting married any time soon' he added.<br/><br/>'Good. If you stumble into a job, it's good to have friends who can help you. Trust me on that'.<br/><br/>They finished their drinks, and shared some more stories, before parting. He'd been glad to see Sionell, and the few hours they'd spent made him realize he'd made the right choice. She'd experienced the same, and had struck out from home, and had made her way, on her own terms.<br/><br/>He'd made it to the Gnarley Forest, and the village of Beratana on the second day of Brewfest, and the village looked exactly as she had described it. He'd had no trouble finding her home, and approached the door, and knocked. The first part of his journey was done.