<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brennisen Miller.<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Ranger.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Evening.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn common room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirien, Enastril, Melan, Pansy, Yesqwyn, Eferhilde, Teria.<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Brennisen sat back in her chair, relaxing as she watched the hustle and bustle all around her.  Often, crowded places such as the common room at the Idle Boar made her uncomfortable.  She was more used to spending time alone, with naught but the peace of the natural world surrounding her.  But the Idle Boar was an exception only because of the number of times she'd been there before with Kirien and Teria.  That, plus the chance to indulge in her only other vice than the cinnamon bark sticks that the mage often supplied - hard cider - took the edge off nicely.<br/><br/>Not to say that the half-elf drank it to excess.  She was careful to always keep her wits about her, especially in a place unfamiliar to her.  But tonight was a little special.  It had been a good day.  She'd found out something that had lightened her mood and made her happy.  So even her normally reserved demeanor was lifted a bit.<br/><br/>The reason for her good cheer sat to either side of her.  To her left was the short brunette high elf mage, her best friend, and now, potentially something more?  Kirien's words from that morning had her wondering all day what the evening would bring, and now evening was here.  It could be good, or maybe not, but she was leaning towards thinking it was good, especially after what she'd learned on the road to their destination.<br/><br/>It seemed that she'd misunderstood Enastril's talk of an arranged marriage.  He'd made it clear that not only was he not interested in getting married to anyone just yet, but Kirien was never the intended bride in the first place as Brennisen had thought.  Her own sense of humor, self deprecating as it was, gave her the ability to grin at her own silly misunderstanding.  After all, perhaps some good came out of the misconception.  It had been the mistaken belief that somehow he would be taking her friend away from her that had prompted her to impulsively kiss Kirien.  Before that impetus, she hadn't even realized she'd felt that way about her friend.  Now they both knew.<br/><br/>The other reason for her good mood was sitting to the other side of her.  She dodged as the halfling, Pansy Applebottom, wildly gestured with a piece of gravy dripping meat.  Despite nearly getting spattered in gravy, the half-elf couldn't be angry.  She'd always liked the way the halfling folk enjoyed the simpler pleasures, and Pansy's statement of welcome to the two newcomers summed up the attitude perfectly.  Brennisen hadn't know Pansy for long, but she did recall meeting her in the past on an occasion or two while visiting the Idle Boar with Kirien previously.<br/><br/>Having met her before, Brennisen was rather glad she didn't carry much in the way of coin along with her. Not that she didn't trust the little woman, it was just that she'd seen how handily the small one had a way of coming into extra coin of her own.  She suspected it wasn't always money that the halfling had arrived with.  But who could be angry when the woman spent that coin on the comforts to be had, and often as not, shared such things with her companions.  After all, she wasn't the sort to want to party all alone.<br/><br/>Brennisen had even warmed up to her other two traveling companions: Enastril and Yesqwyn.  The other half-elf she already liked well enough, but she'd especially warmed up to Enastril after finding out he was no threat to the friendship she had with Kirien, and indeed, seemed to want to cultivate a friendship with her as well.  Even now she'd just enjoyed his suggestive story about the woodsman and the nymph, and laughed as heartily as those around her when he'd finished.  He wasn't the sort of high elf to make fun of her breeding, and she liked him for it.  Plus he was so pretty to look at. Almost as pretty as Kirien, in her eyes.<br/><br/>The gleam of good humor and hard cider shone in her eyes as she sat back in her chair, content to let the others converse around her without feeling the need to contribute her own thoughts into the mix.  One found out more from listening than from talking, her old master used to tell her.  That's why a person was gifted with two ears and only one mouth, he'd say.  It amused her sometimes how often most people seemed to get the ratio mixed up.<br/><br/>Taking another draught of her cider, she looked over the rim of her tankard at one of the two newcomers.  The red haired warrior dressed in armor looked vaguely familiar to her, and she was puzzling over in her mind just where she might have seen her before.  She decided to listen and consider the matter more before saying anything, though her eyes often returned to the human woman, searching for other signs of familiarity that might jog her memory.<br/>