<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br/><br/>Jord's looked about, eyes dancing in glee at the spell that was woven around them.   A certain curios transformation had come over him when he doffed his fine doublet and donned his war paint and breach cloth.   Contrary to what one might think of a man who'd just performed a ritual to put aside superficial distractions and focus on his goal--Jord's eyes laughed and danced.  He drank in everything with new found abandon, giving Jia a wide grin and catching her hand to give it a squeeze with the hand that wasn't guiding his ram.<br/><br/>It didn't make him more grave or serious, it redoubled his desire to freely savor all life had to offer.<br/><br/>It made him more Faela!<br/><br/>"Fantastic," the young sorcerer whispered when the incantation faded.  "Truly a spell of legendary might.  Thank you, Lord Polonius."  he flashed Jia a fresh grin, then shared it with the others.  "I hope to one day wield such arcane might, even if it takes me many centuries."<br/><br/>"Are we ready to begin?"