<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>Going hunting<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>The Party<br/><hr/><br/>Faelyn followed along to Medb's camp site happy finally feel like she was making some headway on the mystery that led her into self-exile.  With a group of people around her she could access areas she dare not go by herself.  Once everyone began settling in, she removed her pack and pulled out her bow.  "I'm going to go catch us some food while you set up a camp.  If you give me your water skins I'll fill them up while I'm out."  She called with a little deep stretch.