<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/f78ba9d80d1118e192a7e4366423aa6e/tumblr_nhejibXwW01tk4029o1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sariel Tylonna</span><br/><strong>Hit points:</strong>12<br/><strong>Armor Class:</strong>18<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>13<br/><hr/><br/>Sariel traveled on foot, her step surprisingly heavy for an elf; between the old boots and the armor she wore, maybe that was no surprise. A threadbare off-colored cloak is draped over her shoulders, to keep the sun off of the chainmail beneath, though its hood is back, allowing her golden hair to get caught in the breezes that roll by. One hand swings idly at her side, the other  holds a rope halter; attached to this is an old, tick-bitten mule, whose services have been enlisted to carry her haversack, as well as those of her companions. She claims the animal must have strayed from Greenest, and naturally, intends on taking it back... though, like her companions, she was headed there anyway, on "business."<br/><br/>So far, she's not been the most talkative sort, though she was prone to whistling tunes and mimicking birdsong, until the day got too warm for the birds to call back at least. After a few more steps, she stops, and nearly gets stepped on by the mule's heavy plod. "Whoa, hey there, easy, you blind old thing," she says with probably undeserved affection, scratching the animal's muzzle before going to fetch her waterskin for a drink. She turns her sky-colored eyes on her traveling companions. "You see that big tree there, the one with the mended branch? According to the directions I got, it's only another four miles to Greenest from that landmark. We'll be there before Selûne looks upon us."