<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>Asylum - interior<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Winter furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Walking away<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Corrine<br/><hr/><br/>For a long moment Faelyn didn't seem to hear Corrine.  She stared at Heinfroth through her response, thankful for the conversation to be finally over so she could silently stew in her distaste for the medicine woman.  Finally, once the red head began to move away, the elf blinked for the first time in what felt an eternity and turned to face for perhaps the first time with the inquisitive young woman desperate to deescalate the situation.<br/><br/>"Very well."  She finally answered.  "I'd be happy for an excuse to get back to my things.  This lunch meeting has left a bad taste in my mouth."