<div align="center"><strong>Situation Update</strong></div>Nothing to report; same day.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Solifria </strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Response in Corann’s post.</div></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Nemea</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">As you travel back through the town toward the Bold Bison, you see Corann and Solifria standing outside another shop with a brightly colored sign labeled “Sea Side Sal’s.” You can even overhear most of what Corann says, as the young man seems to have minimal volume control. </div></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Hollywillow</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Castoff looks at you, then at the horses and shakes his head slowly. “I’ve healed their flesh. What they need now is time, time and for the rain to come to wash them down.” He gestured toward the distant, turbulent horizon. “I sense a Storm of Ages approaching.” Again, the capital letters are audible. <br/><br/>At your description of yourself, the man merely nods, as though such unexpected things were, at least in this world, fairly common. Finally, at your offer, the man shakes his head again. “I’ll tend the horses. What I really need is for someone to make sure the Blood Elves stop coming after them…”<br/><br/>He trailed off at your interruption and looked away, toward where Briar hid and nodded, murmuring, “I smell dead Blood Elf on him. Perhaps you and he together can aid me?” The man’s suggestion was accompanied by a twinkling wink and he began ambling back toward the horses, leaving you to your devices – though not so far that you cannot interact with him further.</div></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Briar </strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">You notice that the Blood Elves are strange creatures. Though they have elven features, blood smatters their mouths and their fingers are capped in bone-like tips that seem dangerously sharp. The coating of blood that also accentuates their capped fingers strikes you as innately dangerous – probably diseased (though it might act as a contact poison). You also note that when one dies, the secondary first strikes out toward the corpse, as though to savage it. Now that you’ve seen this, you believe these particular Blood Elves have been driven to new heights of blood-driven savagery. <br/><br/>As you approach the old man and beautiful woman, you notice both glance your direction. Though you cannot overhear them from such distance, you feel certain your presence has been detected. A few seconds later, you note the old man wander back toward the horses, his posture relaxed. Clearly, he does not feel you are a threat. </div></div>