<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>Second floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Leather armor and Winter furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Trying to keep it together<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, The party<br/><hr/><br/>Moving forward, her hands twitching at the unsteady footfalls of her compatriots as each new corner seemed to hide a new unknown horror to this place.  A chill ran down her spine causing her to shiver despite her warm furs as she caught a glimpse through a door to find a tub horribly stained waiting for use.  Turning away from that lest she begin to think what acts could cause such a scene, she found those ahead of her filing into a genuinely beautiful room, quite out of place for the dull, grim asylum.<br/><br/>The sight of another masked woman, even if differently dressed than those they had seen before however kept the elven maiden from calming down.  Moving in behind Danae, she lightly placed a hand on her shoulder and commented, "Demanding no riddles when speaking to someone in a mask seems an odd request.  Take a deep breath with me and keep your wits about you."