There it was again, that strange feeling of unnatural magic. The feeling sent a shiver through Aelmara's spine. She'd heard about the deaths and disappearances, but she wasn't sure if it was the magic or something else causing it. Glancing across the street she wondered if going to this Ben would really do her any good? She didn't fancy herself a hero, but she knew something was defiling the precious land she walked on and that bothered her as well as the deaths.<div class="floatright">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/AvatarsandCharacters/pleasehumorme-2.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Aelmara drew herself up to her full height as she gazed upon the procession, her slender, well rounded 5'6" form at attention for respect of those who'd died. She would help their loved ones, in any ways she could. Brushing her black hair from her eyes, she looked around. She'd seen many an adventurer within the town, but none who had specifically caught her attention. Maybe that was about to change? Her eyes locked upon the form of a human, one who carried himself quite well and she wondered of his skill with his ax. Had he planned on wandering into the unknown to discover this power? Perhaps if he did she had some information should he accept her along.