<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Half_Elf_Girl_by_kerembeyit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Drake Turrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Reach, just outside of Markarth.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Dark<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aelfgar, Iljana, Moric, Open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Complications arise when you least expect it. Drake didn’t want company; she found it. Drake didn’t want to be recognized; yet here were two more bodies that would be able to describe the elf, should the right sort of person wander by and offer them a little coin. The frown on her face was the only visible feature not shadowed by her hood, but its displeasure could easily be explained away by concern for the injured woman, if one was looking for it. Send Asher to scope out trouble, trust him to bring it back.<br/><br/>Without word, Drake turned to face the two new strangers, gliding up the path with the fluid grace one as stealthy as she had perfected over the years. Maybe she had learned a thing or two from the great cat who sat, still purring, but ears pressed flat against his head. Asher hadn’t liked Moric sneaking up behind him, but hadn’t lashed out in anger. Instead, once Drake was reaching the group and extended out her hand, the lynx stepped forward, nuzzling against her palm with the side of his large face, smashing his whiskers against her. The cat’s nudge forced her hand to travel over his cheek to the back of his neck, trailing the sweep over his spine to the tip of his nubby tail as she walked past; a tail in which she grabbed to much of his annoyance. Asher huffed, making a sound-less hiss in her direction, but it only caused the elf to smirk with satisfaction, knowing full-well that the cat would only grumble about it.<br/><br/>Drake approached, and stopped out of arm’s reach of the other Nord and the Breton. Lifting one hand, glowing pale blue as it had done for Aelfgar not long before, the elf gestured towards Iljana. Even such a casual gesture as that had been regal in its own right. “May I?” She wouldn’t over step her boundaries, or assume anything until the woman gave her permission to work. Drake herself disliked most magic; strangers couldn’t always be trusted to be compassionate even to those who suffered. She would wait for Iljana to make her choice before taking action.