<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Island docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>White cotton jodhpurs, loose and ragged grey muslin riding shirt with collar open and sleeves rolled up, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Undergoing medical treatment<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Corinne, Medb, Open<br/><br/>Aloisa's careful acquisitions were an important first step.  They would need to equip themselves for the island first, before venturing forth.  If there was no way to leave by sea, they might as well venture their luck in the interior.<br/><br/>To Medb she asked, "Do ships visit this place often and, if they do, can they take passengers?"  She surveyed the scene before her, concerned that her fellow castaways would not be able to endure the rigours of the island for long.  She, though weakened by her  flogging at Baykur's hands, was no stranger to adversity like their two newfound companions.  She could not, however, speak for the rest of the survivors of the wreck of the<em>Charlotte</em>who were doubtless accustomed to more comfortable surroundings.  A change of clothes was appealing to her, but first she thought of washing the salt water from her skin.  Though her stinging wounds had closed thanks to Medb's restorative berries, there was no denying the full weight of a day without rest.<br/><br/>"It was intended to be a pleasure cruise indeed," Danae said at length to confirm Michelle's account.  She did not add that the journey had been foisted upon her, and that the numbing fear of what crawled in the dark, at the edge of human understanding, was beginning to gnaw at her again. Was Medb a healer or a witch?  The line between the two could be so terribly blurred.  "Sorcery sent us here, I fear."  Was this divine retribution for a sinful indulgence.  No, it could not be - why now, after all the tavern whores, housemaids, and shepherd girls she had known?  Ezra worked in mysterious ways, but the threat of sorcery was all the more apparent.<br/><br/>To Medb she said, "Where did you learn you art? You have potent healing at your hands, though you do not appear to be an alchemist or a chirurgeon." She had eyes on the healer, careful to discern any taint of evil in her very hospitable facade.