<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>Parlor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Winter furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Strategic withdrawal<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Doctor Noir, Danae, Aloisa<br/><hr/><br/>A cocky smirk appeared at the edge of Faelyn's mouth at the sound of a blade falling to the ground.  The wound left behind, while unintentionally made, should serve as a permanent reminder for the would be assailant of the dangers associated with brandishing a weapon.  The doctor, while so unresponsive to a shout in her direction flew into action securing the weapon and dispersing the situation with surprising speed, and just as fast the weapon was sent sliding across the floor to the group's feet.  Confident that everything was under control once more, Faelyn stood straight, stowing her bow before nodding her head toward Doctor Noir.  "It seems our presence here brings unrest.  The sooner my companions' friends are safely released, the sooner things can go back to normal."  She pleaded.<br/><br/>"We should definitely retire for now.  Things have gotten more complicated and we should regroup and get back on the same page."  She answered back to Danae before turning her attention to Aloisa.  "It is fortunate that no foul deeds were committed because of a weapon you lost control of.  Always keep a wary eye on a weapon traced back to you."  She gave the girl a pat on the shoulder before a hunter's gaze moved once more to her own blade currently affixed to the belt of another silver haired woman.