<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>Looking for answers<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Heinfroth<br/><hr/><br/>Faelyn watched, somewhat bemused, as Heinfroth reacted to her questions rather differently than she had imagined.  She remained calm as the lady in red explained a horrifying history leaving the two face to face by the time she gave what information she would on the storms.  Not much, but it was a start.<br/><br/>Heaving a deep sigh, Faelyn finally softened her stare as she began to speak.  "Perhaps I allowed my pride to get the better of me and spoke out of turn.  I do believe that the strong should protect the weak.  My clan have done so for generations in the Frozen Reaches.  I am more accustomed to lending a hand than asking for help.  My goals are different than those of my companions, however they did find me under your care I suppose."  She finished with a very slight forced bow.<br/><br/>Snapping up straight, Faelyn turned around and softly asked over her shoulder, "So you say Captain Baykur would be the person to ask more about the storms?"