<div align="center"><strong>Situation Update</strong></div>Nothing to report; same day.<br/><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><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">In addition to the Dire Bear, a massive beast nearly fifteen feet tall, numerous other fey creatures make brief appearances. A beak, easily as big as a large melon, attached to some feathered creature peeks through one of the far cages, only to vanish. Other than continued industrious labor, nothing of interest appears to be going on near the dock for now.</div></div><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">The man twitches a bit at your question and his eyes narrow with a mixture of pain and suspicion. Despite the look, he answers, “I am Castoff. Protector of these lands, offspring of Pain and Nature. I protect the living things that have no guardians here, south of Grace.” The capitals of the words “Pain” and “Nature” are evident in his enunciation. <br/><br/>He waves a hand toward the horses, directing you to gaze over to them. When you do, you can tell that many of the animals appear to have recently healed injuries and almost all are extremely lean, to the point of near starvation.<br/><br/>“The Blood Elves,” he explains. “Someone spooked the horses down south. Corralled them. The Blood Elves, wilder than even their kind normally are, were killing them. Starving and eating them.” The man’s eyes cloud over and thorn bushes burst into life at his feet, winding up, around his calves. Several of the horses neigh in discomfort and his look abruptly clears. He glances down at his feet, exhales through his teeth, and waves the thorns away. They vanish back into the ground. <br/><br/>“Adventurers freed the horses and I have taken to protecting them more directly than I’d like. The few Blood Elves that remain are a distinct danger, and I will not allow them to eat any more horse flesh.” He makes the words sound like a promise.<br/><br/>Looking from the horses back to your face, he murmurs, “Your kind are rare. Especially so far south of Grace. What seek ye, creature of beauty and nature?” </div></div>