<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/94/c1/c094c1241eeca14cf26cb640ed1adc46.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Faelyn Mythrandir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg15150856#msg15150856)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Leather armor and boots beneath heavy winter cloak of white furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Searching for a story<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open, Aloisa<br/><hr/><br/>Faelyn was rather concerned with the appearance of the young woman assisted off the ship who looked ready to fall over and drop dead at a moments notice, however thankfully there was someone present with a more deft hand in the healing arts.  Faelyn was quite capable at creating wounds, but was only so effective at healing those wounds.  Instead, her attention was consumed with the words spoken by the woman who spoke of the storm strong enough to sink their ship.  Forgetting even the threat of the wolves for a moment, Faelyn's unwavering gaze met those of the woman as she said, "Now that is a story I would very much like to hear more about.  Someone or something is to blame for massively altering weather patterns in these lands with either no concern for how it makes the wild beasts of the world act or even more concerning, to cause them to act up.  Following word of mouth, I find myself on this island, and now fate has led me to you.  Stories of troubled pasts however sound better over ale, so I will do whatever I can to assist you with your unfinished business if you will agree to let me treat you to a drink afterwards."  She gave a slight bow as she finished,   "My name is Faelyn Mythrandir.  Pleased to make your acquaintance."