<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>Walking away<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Corrine<br/><hr/><br/>Moving away from the dining hall and back towards the rest of her gear did a great deal to calm Faelyn down.  She focused in on the words of Corinne and Aloisa as they went along and couldn't help but feel like whatever information she had for them was miles behind what they seemed to know.  "I certainly didn't mean you any trouble, but I just can't stand being talked down to in such a way.  I don't know much about the mists as you call them, but I'll tell you all I know, although stories are usually better received with a proper drink."  She said, taking a seat right beside her pack.<br/><br/>"For the last decade back home I've watched as powerful storms seem to materialize out of nowhere, driving wild beasts from their dens and into conflict with the clan.  My people are... very set in their ways.  They claim that things would sort themselves out, but something about it all just felt off."  She paused for a moment before finishing with "I fled in self-imposed exile to the summer lands to seek out whatever it may be causing the imbalance of nature and followed the rumors here.  When a woodsman is not safe in his own wood, how well off can the rest of the world be?"  Satisfied that she would do little if any more exploring about the grounds, Faelyn made herself busy once more donning her armor to not feel so exposed.