<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c7/79/40/c77940d37de57eafa46826d03d2793fa.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ianthe Eroth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moonwood<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>Ianthe Eroth<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>Nothing of not happened in the couple of hours after the group started upon the search, and Zaer's prediction after communing with his ancestors did buoy Ianthne's spirits.  She did not exactly understand the magic which allowed him to do what he did, but to be honest despite being Elven heritage, Ianthe did not understand much about magic.  She was a warrior through and through and had dedicated her life to the training of the blades.  She was among the foremost blade masters in at the Hand, and many of the warriors there either seek her out for sparring or training.  She had little to do with magic at all save the enchantments embedded in her weapons armor, and other items about her person.<br/><br/>While she did not necessarily understand the basis behind Zaer's magic, she did trust it, as it had served the Hand in the past and one of the reasons why she had asked him to join this scouting expedition.  When Felwyn returned from her advanced scouting and confirmed the conditions on the trail and verifying part of Zaer's prediction, there was no reason why the rest of it would not come true either.  A new energy entered her step and instead of walking, Ianthe began to move at a brisk jog, turning her head over her shoulders to the others.<strong>"Good news indeed if laced with a bit of bad.  Highly unusual for the muds to be as you say, but not impossible.  Come, let us pick up the pace more to let them know the Hand has not forgotten them!  Merissa, a song we can sing to match out pace, please!"</strong><br/><br/>Thus the measure of the march increased from a fast walk to a slow run, and the terrain of the Moonwood began to flow and fly underneath the party's feet.  If it had not been anyone but Elves,the ground itself would had been an enemy, with the odd rock, fallen branch, or upturned tree root causing a hazard to make one trip and fall.  These were Elves however, the forest in their blood, the Moonwood, and such were not obstacles for them.  The pace was one which could be sustained for an hours, and thus after about two hours of running as they did, they broke through into a forest clearing, and there it was, the trade caravan, all ten wagons of them, safe by all appearances.<br/><br/>There were a couple of wagons up upon blocks and people clustered about it.  Off to a side were a man and a woman and they all were sitting about long staves of wood.  One of the scouts for the caravan noticed the group and he started to sprint towards the party as they emerged from the forest.  He stopped and lifted his hand in greeting to all.<strong>"Hail there brother's and sisters!  We were starting to worry over here if aid was ever going to come, as well as the supplies needed.  So are their more of you bringing us the wagon wheels we asked for?  I till take our two overworked druids another three days to beseech the forest to part with its wood. They say the forest, at least the trees within a few miles of were we are is getting "cranky" at what they are being asked to give."</strong>