<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOmDXA9kIDc/TeY47eoAauI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sXxfg2vK3yc/s400/245234-florence-welch.jpg)(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeN-8HbUZdY/TIU2mR6mQlI/AAAAAAAAADs/xla5IY3y1no/S350/blonde+hippy.jpg)</div><br/><div class="floatright"><div class="floatright">(http://paizo.com/image/content/RiseOfTheRunelords/Erastil_180.jpeg)</div></div><br/><strong>Ii'meni Westcott </strong>&<strong>Michse Variel</strong><br/><strong>Sage house 205</strong><br/><strong>Day 1 SC-GI</strong><br/><strong>tagged</strong>: Panthea Salvai<br/><br/><br/>Ili'meni nodded her head as Panthea spoke. Her voice made the young student feel light, and full of motion. Her breathe came to her with ease. A soft flicker of happiness came from the corner of her lips. Her eyes begin to smile. "wonderful. I can see you have still not rested, in some time." Ili'meni gripped the other half of the door to the entrance way and shifted her weight. The door budged with suddenness, and then slightly pulled its way open. Ili'meni took a few steps backwards and gestured with both hands. "Welcome to<em>The house of the Dead Arrow.</em>"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The symbol of house 205 hung over the floor delicately in the hall that immediately proceeded the door. Ili'meni turned about, like a disinterested doe, to lead the visitors toward Michse in the study. Walking slowly, she allowed the guests some information before having to deal directly with the Master of the house. As she spoke she would stop to face them, making certain points more apparent than others. "Micshe has been busy all morning, she won't act it, but she'll appreciate your presence. Her head gets filled with study, I must ask you to forgive her in advance. Oh!" Here, she stopped. "If all of you are involved with the council, than continue with me, if any one needs food and rest, these two rooms here will serve you well for as long as you need you may need them."<br/><br/>To each side of the hall, Ili'meni gestured toward two open archways. The room on the left was a large eating space that led to three bathes and two doors to the North, a small courtyard there overlooked the river from a hill. There was a 300 yard stretch of marsh land that lead to the water. The other room that Ili'meni had pointed to was intended for events exactly like this one. Often their own would come in wounded and tired. With equal frequency, civilians in need of refuge, and recon camps with expired houses would arrive. There were beds in the Southern room, nearly twenty of them. It was a large barracks-type space that doubled as a medical center. One half of the room was clean and hospitable, the other half was separated by walls that were only half high. All of the medical supplies were put behind this wall.<br/><br/>"This is our bathe and our forge. Make yourselves at home." Ili'meni begin down the hall again, Her feet moved with some more speed now, into the back of the house.