<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/1v6AUAB.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><br/>Helena "Mead" Winterbelle<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Drellin's Ferry, East Side<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Sully, Guards<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Man's Best Majestic Steed<br/><hr/>Mead laughs as her fluff-ball of a companion gives her his usual token of affection, that being a dog-slobbered cheek. Not seemingly bothered by the act, she takes a moment to clean off her face before they set out.<br/><hr/>During the journey there, Mead makes herself as presentable as she can, doing her best to look the part of the stunning adventurer, despite her diminutive stature. Using her magic, as well as more mundane means where applicable, she cleans herself from their earlier combat, removing the any blood from her vest and cleaning the mud off her boots. Afterwards, she fixes what little makeup she uses and runs her hands through her lengthy, golden locks.<br/><br/>As Drellin's Ferry comes into sight, she whistles to Sully and hops out of the carriage, completing her guise by mounting her furry steed. She rides alongside Thaialie, sitting in her saddle with as much confidence and airs as she can muster. As the guards approach, Mead rides up to them, greeting them with a wave and a smile. "Afternoon, you all. Like our coachman said, we're from the Ratcatchers Guild, answering the call for sellswords from Brindol. We were told to talk to a Miss Soranna Antina here, would it be possible to meet her?"<br/><br/>As Mead notices the one guard making his way to look inside the carriage, she quickly adds to her statement. "We also have news of a troubling event nearby, and we've picked up someone I think your Captain would like a word with."