<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/D43-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Panthea Salvai (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5889710#msg5889710)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sage House 205<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Micshe Variel<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Panthea watched from unfeeling eyes as Micshe paced the room excitedly. When Micshe showed the images from the page, Panthea nodded.<br/><br/>"Yes, those are definitely the creatures from my vision..." She confirmed Micshe's suspicions. Panthea's facial features were completely inimical to Micshe as the woman began speaking feverishly on the subject. However, Panthea took in every word the knowledgeable woman spouted, hanging on them in her mind, connecting dots.<br/><br/>As Micshe came to an end of her speech and began expressing gratitude toward Panthea, she rose from her chair. She raised her head, face blank. She was unaccustomed to being thanked for her duties. She tilted her head slightly and looked up at the woman as she was a bit taller in stature than Panthea.<br/><br/>"Your gratitude is appreciated," Panthea assured her. "But everything we have done and continue to do is all for the Order. It is our place in the world. That much we are taught in Greece. We ask for no more recompense than the barest of accommodations. Times are just as tough here as they are elsewhere and we will lend our hands and swords to the Order here just as we lent them back home." Panthea's face revealed naught but her eyes burned with sincerity. "All I ask now is for a place to lay my head for a little while's rest." Panthea steadied herself on the back of the chair, her stoicism breaking for a moment, as exhaustion threatened to take over.