<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>Winter furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Stopping a Stabbing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Masked woman with knife<br/><hr/><br/>A warm pleasant feeling washed over Faelyn as she finished donning her armor.  Shaking loose her hair, she fixed her gaze on the commotion going on in the corner.  The familiar sound of steel scraping on stone was very calming to the young elf, however it seemed to be causing a stir in the room beyond.  A flash of steel, and Faelyn was on the move.  Grabbing her bow in one hand and a single arrow in the other, she positioned herself to allow for a clean shot if needed.  "Oi!  Now that's not very nice!  You want to think about that again?"  She half shouted across to the woman as she knocked arrow.