<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>Parlor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Leather armor and Winter furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Beginning a hung<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>The party<br/><hr/><br/>Faelyn was suddenly pulled from her thoughts at the feel of a soft hand grasping her own with a reassuring squeeze and a soft message.  Looking over she was surprised to find the sensitive Corinne pulling her from her stupor.  She would have to be strong for these newfound traveling companions and take things one day at a time.<br/><br/>"Thank you."  She whispered back with a little squeeze of her own before standing up and moving over so she could get in some nice stretches while Aloisa put on her armor.  "Stories of adventures are always cleaned up by those who survive to tell the tale."<br/><br/>Taking her place at the rear of the group, bow in hand Faelyn prepared to venture into the unknown on yet another hunt.