<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/d8/a4/ebd8a42bc4db97868155efa9388ad1ef.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Myrina Valda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Swamp<br/><strong>Quest:</strong>Village of the Snake-azons<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bastion<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Myrina listened quietly to Bastion's description of where they may find these special flowers. Gently rolling her eyes when he mentioned traveling all the way to the mountains. Who ever thought that going on a flower picking quest was going to be an epic, days long journey. And of course that was epic in length only. The promise of potential action really wasn't stimulating any more excitement in the barbarian.<br/><br/>In fact, as if to emphasize that point, the only real reaction she gave to Bastion's list of potential threats, was a loud cracking of her fingers, as she bent them together and thrust her palms forward.<br/>The only thing that inspired the idea that this quest wouldn't be totally boring was the potential for dire wolves to show up on their path.<br/>"Oh I know about dire wolves…"<br/><br/>She turned the back of her shoulder towards the witch and moved her top just enough to show off four deep, angry scars going down her shoulder blade. "...a dire wolf gave me these…" then she turned forward again and showed the boy her necklace that was laced with monster teeth. Pointing out four particularly large canines she would grin. "...so I took these in return."<br/><br/>Myrina didn't slow her pace as Bastion started in on his sap again. But she did reach out and place a hand on top of his head to gently turn his eyes back to the road ahead of them.<br/>"I'll tell you what. Once we pick your flowers, and I'm still totally bored from this long walk, on the way back you can blow me and collect my sap…" letting go of the top of his head she instead put her arm around his shoulders.<br/>"...then we can stop for your sap."