<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gzkeEiS.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Medb Mag Uidhir (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2044223)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - interior<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A loose fitting dark cloth dress hiding leathers, a pair of heavy work boots and a backpack full of books and equipment<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Nail-biting<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Having never been in the asylum before and having given its walls a wide berth during her study of the island Medb was quite perturbed by the interior and the masked representative. While no stranger to stone structures she preferred ones where she would not be claimed mad, possessed or what-have-you and locked up to await holes being bored into her skull to let the demons out, she preferred those to stay right where they were, thank you very much - they gave such wondrous insights into the inner workings of things. She was in alignment with the platinum-haired Faelyn on this matter, that it was best to let those who had come here for purpose take the lead with an exception here or there to satisfy curiosity.<br/><br/>Nibbling upon her left thumb nail she takes in her surroundings, paying close attention to the wings of Ezra which seemed in much better condition than the majority. How poetic it would be if there were someone watching them from behind that sign... She would need to look it over once their host left. Or she would, if not for not having prepared anything to see the weave of the arcane and divine's effects today, nor having such in her ritual book as yet.<br/><br/>Medb cleared her throat slightly, "May I ask, apart from guests from the<em>Charlotte</em>do you have many patients in residence at the moment? You had mentioned they had left for the airing courts prior so I hope our intrusion has not left you short of habitation."