<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>Prepping for travel<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae<br/><hr/><br/>Faelyn nodded her head as the wounded woman took her up on the offer and quickly freed one of her shortsword side arms.  Handing the sheathed blade over, she eyed the strange metal tube the woman carried rather suspiciously.  The woman seemed rather attatched to the device, but the young elven woman couldn't seem to pinpoint just what it was or what it was for.  Shaking her head slightly, she shifted her gaze to meet that of Danae and offered.  "I will be expecting that back before we part.  I hope however, that should we be assaulted you find it more useful than your... club?"