<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/sjiiEkL.jpg)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Vinciel Avdelsaran Emdraco<br/><strong>Alias: </strong> Vinciel (For teacher/friends only). Professor Avdelsaran/Professor Ave. (For students)<br/><strong>Rank: </strong> Teacher<br/><strong>Race: </strong> Half Elf, Half Dragon<br/><strong>Classes: </strong>Defensive Magic Class, Herbalism &amp; Healing Class, Telekenisis Class<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Forest of Dyn, Trying to find Tarine's Hut<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tarine, Open</span></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> Vinciel stalked through the forest of Dyn. It seemed like no matter how many times he visited the place, he found himself utterly lost, and many of the times, Tarine was kind enough to find in. Although, in this journey, Vinciel was in search of a few new herbs to try out in his own personal garden. Occasionally, he's come to the forest of Dyn to see if he could find new plant-types to splice, grow, and eventually use as new forms of healing herbs. Today was proving to be of no use, however. The random direction he had chosen didn't seem to have any of the plants that could be used for such a reason. Maybe for poisons or eating but not of the healing quality he was looking for. Huffing softly, he decided to call for his dear friend, in hopes that he'd help him out. <strong>"Tarine!"</strong> His voice rumbled through the forest, loud and true. He continued walking. <strong>"Tarine!? Where are you?"</strong><br/><br/></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>