<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>The docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Leather armor and boots beneath heavy winter cloak of white furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Searching for a story<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Faelyn felt quite content to sit and wait for more strangers to wander through the tavern to tell their stories, however when approached by someone and told that those arriving had been assaulted at sea by a storm she began to feel it necessary to get their stories in a more direct way.  Standing up, she began to make her way towards the docks, and the sight she saw there made her begin to think that maybe they would indeed have a tale she would like to listen to.<br/><br/>"Come along then."  She called, waving down towards herself and solid ground.  "You won't find any solace there.  Find your way to solid ground and see how much better you come to feel.  A hot meal and a stiff drink, and a sympathetic ear is just what most of you need.  Anything else and I would be happy to help you find it."