<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bremorel image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd396/Shdwrnnr/Fantasy%20Pics/felf_roguefight-2.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barracks<br/><strong>With:</strong>Everyone?<br/><hr/>Bree was just hiking up her pack again - the weight was already pressing her down, but she wouldn't have traded last night's activities for the world, let alone for a little more sleep.  Wise it may have not been, choosing just that night to recognize her own hunger for her friend, but she felt one had to take life as it came, and she had never been especially good at disciplining herself.<br/><br/>She felt a hand on her back and guessed immediately who it must be, even before Fin pressed up beside her.  Bree turned a beaming face on the Viking and pressed their sides together, before concentrating on the rest again.  She followed Fin's gaze to Aleria, but shrugged slightly.  She had no insight into the wizard, and didn't know her personally - although she should probably get to know her, so they coordinate their actions in the days ahead.  Tearing herself away from her warrior, the sorceress moved quietly to the silent, seemingly shrunken woman.  She stood next to her, and spoke just by turning her head, softly.<br/><br/>"...Aleria, yes?  We haven't met - I'm Bremorel.  A sorceress... I thought perhaps we... " she looked a little more closely at the human, who didn't really seem hung-over after all.  "...are you ... well?  Is there anything wrong?"<br/>