<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>Danae, Corinne, open<br/><hr/><br/>The collective stories of the young women speaking about the storm drew in Faelyn's attention.  All their talk of storms seemed nearly identical to the rumors she'd been chasing to bring her here.  "I've seen your friends."  Faelyn said.  "They arrived in the dark of night and ran straight toward the asylum.  I'm not sure just what is going on on this island, but something strange is definitely happening here.  I've never been let into the asylum but I'll get you there safely."