<div class="floatleft">(http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/76/900x1317_13526_Obsidian_Phoenix_2d_fantasy_archer_girl_woman_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Lyanna</strong><br/><strong>Location:Entering Town</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Everyone</strong><br/>When Lyanna saw the town off in the distance she felt a mixture of relief and disappointment.  She knew that it was still too early to be approaching Grenest, but also that this would be a great chance to gather some information about her destination.  Not wanting to have to deal with any nonsense in the town from bigots Lyanna pulled her cloak up over her head to hide her pointed ears and her hair, the color of soft moonlight.  Now she should be able to pass for human or elf, whichever any onlooker may prefer.<br/><br/>She gave her cloak a little shift hiding much of her armor from view, but leaving the quiver at her hip and the handle to one of her swords available for emergencies.  She looked around for a tavern and quickly walked inside, walking past a small gathering just outside talking about... did that man just say that all of these people were making way for Grenest?<br/><br/>For a moment she considered stopping, she even skipped a step out of shock, but decided it might be best to wait a while first, get a chance to sit down and enjoy a meal she didn't personally have to hunt for.  She walked up to the bar, ordered a flagon of mead and found an empty seat by the corner and listened up for any conversations about Greenest or cultists.