<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8e/9f/07/8e9f07754d1df0b7526d76ff267edd4f.jpg)</div>Name: Evan Tempest'ive (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=906851)<br/>Tagging: Open, forming a party<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">~Legend~</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blue text= Common   Green Text= Elvish   Pink Text= Sylvan   Italics= <em>Thoughts</em></div></div><hr/>A spry cat...girl…person…thing... popped up from her seat, kissing a brunette on the cheek, and headed towards the dungeon's newly opened chamber. All eyes set to the main gates as she all but leapt into the hole in the ground, leaving her team in the (now somewhat literal) dust due to her enthusiastic stride of confidence.<br/><br/>As the other Wood Elf,<em>(Lauriel, was it?)</em>bounded off to wish that same brunette "good luck" or "well wishes" or "happy and safe travels" or "Vecna send her a hellspawn" or "Aye yo, don't choke out there" or whatever she believed, Evan makes his way over to the larger gathering as well, hoping to get in on the adventure as well. Using his staff, he pushes gently through the crowd and the loosed stones on the ground.<br/><br/>"Available to party. Looking for a lot of action."<br/><br/><em>...Sigh...</em><br/><br/>"Put me in the next available group. I would li- Ah forget it. Oberon guide me..."<br/><br/>The Elf slid his hand down his staff, using it to prop his weight as he squatted down relatively open-legged to rest while awaiting anything to happen in the chamber or on..."screen?" Or for lunch, it's been a while since he'd eaten.