<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Kriat.jpg)<br/></div>Kriat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280846.msg13808994#msg13808994)<br/><br/>The disorientation seemed to last forever, and Kriat spent more than a few of her first seconds regaining her equilibrium before she could even begin to take in her new companions. She only recoils slightly at the presence of the construct; a feat of magic and engineering she's been told is near to blasphemy... Kriat shakes her head, rakes her fingers through her ruffled hair to smooth it back, and scrapes up a friendly ... ish .. smile. Allies, like it or not, else none of them will make it out. She remembers having all the names pointed out to her as she was dragged in, remembers the harsh satisfaction in the voice of the guard pointing them out, telling her that hers would never have gilding on it... construct or no, dangers or no, she will survive this, and as many of them as possible will survive it with her, and then... then maybe she can go home.<br/><br/>"Kriat. Druid of the Oak Grove." She retrieves a spear from where it had landed, brushes fingers over her belt to assure herself that all the rest of her gear stored there has not been a victim of the guard's rough handling, and settles her pack with a shrug of her shoulders. Her armor requires no effort to settle, and nothing seems to be missing.. so she follows Viola, wary .. but not /worried/. Not yet..