<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/>Still unsure just what to make of this whole situation, Faelyn remained apprehensive.  The woman Heinfroth at least so far hadn't said or done anything to make her seem a threat, however this asylum was far from comforting, and her answer was not quite to her liking.  "I and my companions certainly do not require your means of healing.  I do take some offence at the assumption that we would waste away outside without your... what was it again, moral obligation?  Unless you know something of this island that I haven't yet discovered in my time here."  She began, leaning forward with a hint of a smirk.  "What do you know about these storms for example?  Why does the weather get so violent so close by but not make its way up past the shore leaving this place unmolested?"