<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2323720#msg2323720">Quote from: Myrleena on 09-10-2009, 20:40:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>,  Front Lawn of Avonleigh <br/><br/>I follow the others out, and then pause, blinking in some surprise at the...impressive number of sheep.  I push one away as the man in armor rides up, and my eyes dilate as my heart starts pounding.  I look at Ivy and speak softly, almost vibrating in some worry. "I...do not know about sheep, but are people like...<em>him</em> common?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley]<br/><br/>Ivy shrugged a bit, and moved closer to Sylria, as if for warmth. Her voice was low and polite as she spoke, "I think he's a friend of the Martins, but...he kind of gives me the creeps." She slipped her hand into Sylria's and squeezed it. "Don't worry, we're going to leave them anyway, once we head out. We don't have to stay with them."<br/><br/>It was moments later that an exasperated Imogene showed up, her breath ragged. "Imogene, you made it!" She giggled as Ashley came to life. "Hmm, I didn't hear you," she said, laughing.