<div class="floatright"><strong>Ashley Maddison</strong> (https://drive.google.com/open?id=1ocvy6KdCagh9j2cKFEc2Nh8Q7YtAgkWc)<br/>(https://pathfinderwiki.com/mediawiki/images/thumb/6/6d/Devoted_muse.jpg/250px-Devoted_muse.jpg)</div><br/>It had been several days since Ashley had slept. Travelling towards Fisher's row, as instructed by Shelyn, she knew she had little time and the stakes were high. Looking around it seemed that the village was no different from any of the dozen other villages she had passed through, yet somehow it breathed a sense of forebodance. Then again, she might just be imagining that because of what the godess had told her.<br/><br/>The rain helped the sense of despair and hopelessness that she had felt most of her life, and that breathed out of every inhabitant of the island. She walked past the houses towards the big building with the large plume of smoke coming out of the roof. She entered, and was greeted by a not unattractive halfling girl. She hesitated for a moment, then answered "Martin's shaken ale, please". As she was guided by the halfling, she looked over the patrons, most of whom seemed to be simple fisherfolk. Then again, any of them could be working for the dragon.<br/><br/>She noticed three others already sitting at the table she'd been led to, and two empty chairs, implying that one more person besides Ashley was to be expected. She sat down next to the Elfyn woman in green and browns, and took the mug in front of her. These were to be the ones who would defeat Hrozenzi, and Ashley wondered if theirs was a fool's errand. She would see it through though, as that was why she was brought to this island.