<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/91fef1346d8e641839e74f53d0252711.jpg)<br/>Felwyn Rainblossom (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mqEmmxYgDz03EsrkC5Rj6t8ZlIIZ4cNM0qEXoRMW21w)</div>Felwyn glanced over the new friends she was about to make, as she sat down her food and drink. The two redheads each earned a long look, as she examined their clothing and looked over their forms. She extended her hand to each girl in turn. "Felwyn Rainblossom, chieftain of the Running Storm people. It was a long journey to get here, to be sure! I ran into a gang of bandits on the road, but they were nothing I couldn't handle."<br/><br/>She settled into the chair and drew her legs up into a cross-legged sitting position, displaying the full length of her tattooed, muscular thighs to the girls sitting near her. "It is a momentous gathering indeed!" she agreed. "So many warriors and mystics in one place. These invaders will not know what hit them."<br/><br/>Felwyn leaned over to peer more closely at Reema's tattooed shoulders. "What is this?" she asked, running her fingers along the runes. "Magical script? Do you just keep it there so you always have it to hand, or does it imbue you with power to have it scribed onto your flesh like this? What kind of ink did you use?"<br/><br/>She turned onwards to Athenril, and solemnly looked the elf up and down, taking in her physique and her manner of dress, and speaking to her in Elvish. "To me, Princess Annelissa is a creature of the future himself. When last I came to this city, the king was but a boy hiding behind his parents when they addressed the multitude. It is only recently that word of her has come to us, but all signs and omens indicate that hers is the voice of destiny." She bowed her head deeply to Athenril, then smiled, speaking in Common again. "And I wouldn't miss the chance for glory at her command either! An opportunity like this may not come again for many decades, and I'd hate to have to wait that long."