<strong>Giselle Do'Urden<br/>Time; Day 1, early afternoon<br/>Location; Hillsbrow Village<br/>Tagged; Daria, anyone else nearby.</strong><br/><br/>Giselle put a hand to Daria's own when she patted her on the arm, a soft smile lighting up her face despite everything that had happened.  She was a good woman, a bit rough around the edges perhaps but she meant well.  The arrangements at least were in good hands as far as her opinion went, and Giselle nodded her approval of what had been proposed.  She did notice a leather bag on the creature's belt that was almost as big as she was.  Going over to it, the ranger put her ear to the bag but heard nothing, but she carefully slit the bottom of the thing open just in case there was someone in the leather bound bag.  Instead, a small flood of jewels, diamonds, and other gemstones, both rare and common, were within.  "Now that's a hefty little windfall."  Giselle whistled, her eyes being lit up by the wealth she had revealed.  She wouldn't take all of it, just enough to make her life in this world a little easier as she took a handful of the gems and stuffed them into her pack for later use.  The rest the villagers could have as they liked given the trouble the Aludran had given to them, briefly of course.  Turning to Daria after taking what she wanted from the creature's purse, Giselle shrugged since she didn't have any of the answers.  "Maybe there's someone that might know what this thing is in either this town or the next.  If it wasn't acting alone, then we'll need a lot of help to take them down anyway.  I am loath to leave these people unprotected, but if you'll point me in the right direction, I'll try to hurry and gather what information I can before coming back here either with reinforcements or good news."  She was offering to take the risk to travel alone just for this village's sake, and that alone would say much about the kind of person Giselle was if nothing else had already.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><strong>Neria Zathrieal<br/>Time; Day 1, late afternoon<br/>Location; Fare Forest<br/>Tagged; Neria and Dewey (Asleep.)</strong><br/><br/>Neria smiled warmly towards Solo as he put himself into his sleeping bag, nodding her silent understanding as she watched him doze off.  He had had quite the busy day, and it wasn't over yet as she kept silent watch over their small camp from her spot in the tree.  She let her mind drift over the course of her life so far, and felt that all in all, it had been a good 145 years.  There were the hard times of course, but what normal person didn't have bad days?  She had pushed through it all and had come out stronger than ever from it, for which she silently thanked her god for the strength to carry on.  Corellan Larathain was a good god to follow, and even though he most likely wasn't entirely thrilled with her being a Sacred Prostitute as well, Sune on the other hand was most likely happy about her initial decision....well, agreement really to follow both paths of cleric and SP.  She would have made her old master proud she knew, and that was enough for her.  Leaning her head against the tree, Neria looked to the sky and seemed to any passing observers, to be perfectly at peace with the world around her, and they wouldn't have been far off the mark.  She sat there, still as a statue but her senses on alert for four hours before deciding it was time to move on from this spot, having watched the fire die down during that time.  Climbing down from the tree as easily as she had gotten up, Neria walked over to Solo's sleeping bag before sitting by his side before slipping her metal gauntlets off.  Once her hands were allowed some air, flexing her fingers a couple of times to get some of the feeling back in them, Neria gently brushed her finger tips through the young man's green hair as she lifted her voice in song.  The birds that were about stopped to listen to the enchanting sound coming from the priestess's lips, and even the small breeze seemed to stop as Neria fell into the full force of the beautiful elven song she was weaving for her audience of two.  When she was done, and Solo was surely awake did Neria stand and smile down at the young man.  "Are you ready to move on Solo Branning, or do you wish more rest you sleepyhead?"  She teased lightly, wondering what his answer might be as she moved away to start cleaning up their campsite either way.<br/><br/>Dragon Age Leliana Song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSh86CNCgDY#ws)