<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/105/0/0/004aecc55fba34216b17e01a1a559512.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meriel Nerine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Drai'shok<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marcus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the Road<br/><hr/><br/>Meriel had left her home in a Drai city near the coast of Masif because of the civil war looming. Technically the Drai'shok weren't involved in the conflict, but that didn't mean that any elven kind was safe from the Centos war machine right now. She had lost a dear friend to that sort of all-encompassing hate, and she wanted to be as far from it as she could for right now. Until she was ready.<br/><br/>Therefore, she'd moved to Kayzorian and built a little house near a lake there. She was able to rejuvenate in the water when she needed, but still able to put on a normal exterior for the Centos in the area. She spent her days exploring historic ruins and searching for various historic legends and oral histories. It was something that interested her greatly, and she wanted to preserve history...not destroy it.<br/><br/>As it was, she was driving a carriage when she saw a man along the side of the road. Slowing her horses to a stop, she looked him over and then smiled.<br/><br/>"Hello. Need a ride? Where are you headed?"<br/><br/>Truthfully, she was just out and about today, so she could really take him wherever he wanted to go.