<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/d8/a4/ebd8a42bc4db97868155efa9388ad1ef.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Myrina Valda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Quest:</strong>Witch Rescue<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alex, Aenil<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Myrina had been taking a break: smoking her pipe, stuffed with some herb Anna had given her, and cleaning some leftover blood from the blade of her ax. When Yagnar the Loud broke out with his call to action, picking her out specifically by name along with a couple of newbies, she didn't jump right to her feet and rush forward all eager beaver. After all, she remembered Bastion talking about this quest that was<em>"All my own…"</em>and how he<em>"...won't need anybody's help to rescue this damsel in distress…"</em>even though damsel in distress was like, her middle name! Whatever, she had found some hapless imps who were ruining crops to smash, so that got most of her irritation out.<br/><br/>Now it seemed that the witch needed some help, and oh was she more than happy to provide it. She joined the other two about that time the new girl was fondling the original abductee. Myrina had a brow raised but didn't say anything. She just clapped a hand down on Alex's shoulder, that was surprisingly dainty for a young man, and proclaimed to Yagnar, "Yeah, we got this. We'll get the 'Good Witch of the South Side' back in no time...though you may want to get the hoses ready. Something tells me he's gonna stink by the time we return…<br/><br/><div align="center">*************</div><br/>Finding where the lot was molesting Bastion was actually the easy part, it was resisting the urge to just rush in, blades swinging, that was more difficult. "So you...Alex, right?...think you can sneak around and take care of grabbing our little damsel in distress, as soon as those goons are more focused on other things?" As she spoke, Myrina was picking up large rocks, one after the other, testing them for size and weight before moving onto the next one.<br/>"And you...I don't think I ever got your name...think you can keep them busy with a volley of arrows? While I run in and go all Myri-ness Monster on them?"<br/><br/>She seemed to find the rock she wanted. A large stone probably a little bigger than her own head and twice as thick. She hefted it up to shoulder level and turned toward the other two.<br/>"Sounds good?...Oh, I'm Myrina by the way. Nice to formally meet you both." Then she gave the other two a smile and a wink before turning on her heel and, with a grunt, firing the stone high into the air, aiming it so it would come down like a meteor right in the middle of their camp fire, and explode burning sticks and ash all over the camp. A distraction that would only add to her blood curdling roar that she let out while running head first into the camp. Sword in one hand, battle ax in the other, all three ready to taste orc blood.<br/>