<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Island docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Grey hemp blouse, navy blue felt breeches, leather boots<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Searching for a blade<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Faelyn, the Party<br/><br/>To Faelyn she said, "A weapon would suit me well."  She clapped the butt of her musket down on the salt-sprayed dockside walkway for emphasis.  "A blade would do - any you have, rapier or sabre.  In the wilds, firearms may be of scant use, and I wish to be of assistance if we are ever tested in an ambush."  That was the professional soldier in her speaking.  She felt uneasy about the call of a land of which she knew nothing.  To have two experienced rovers like Faelyn and Medb join the party was a wise thing, though the siren song of the inner dark of the island boded ill.  Like a moth drawn to a flame, she needed answers.  There were things she would know before it was time to forget them.