<div class="floatleft">(https://pp.vk.me/c624626/v624626570/3ddc3/0oASzORkXjw.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Edan</span></strong><br/><strong>Lvl 1 Human Witch/Ranger(skirmisher)</strong>– 14 / 14<strong>HP</strong>–<strong>AC</strong>14 – Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1618269)<br/><em>Known for living as a hermit, though not unfriendly or reclusive around people, she has only rarely come to town to trade strange herbs for supplies before returning to the woods. She is rumored to be the servant of someone or something in the woods.</em><hr/>Edan smiled slightly to herself as she finished the flower crown, looking it over in her hands for a moment as she listened to the converstations around her. Suddenly a voice called and as if from an enchantmemt, Edan froze. She sat tensed for a long moment before reluctantly looking up from the crown of flowers, wide eyes struggling to meet Damira's, her gaze continuously flickering away before returning back. The young witches mouth was dry and had the faintest hint of ale on the back of her tongue from her memory as she swallowed meekly. "Y-y-y...yes?" she stammered as she clumsily made her way to her feet. "Not.. longer than usual... sh-shorter even..."  she muttered as she picked and pinched at the crown, staring at it. "What... is there to catch up on? Do you need something for alchemy? My stocks aren't what I typically keep... but I have some mandrake... if... you... want it..." Edan managed to say, trying desperately to dance around the topic left unspoken.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">tl;dr</div><div class="spoiler_body">Made flower crown<br/>Began shy conversation with Damira<br/>Offered mandrake</div></div>