<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/B0512ef210e5921246ce3ac86cb85a67.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Sword_dancer_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Eidolana Mirimar</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sMQiLJgLQiKUCh3jzOMJLOfDjwPG5mU9CIt50eD4wkI/edit)<br/><br/>Eidolana followed along as the exploration began.  She was still fretting over the dhampir, and someone was carrying him, and...<br/><br/>Oh, and someone was excited?"<br/><br/>The ebony girl hurried to the closet.  Her eyes lit up haply when she found her gear.  Eidolana immediately donned her silver sword medallion.  Next, she slung her bastard sword over her shoulder, the baldric running between her big breasts.  The ebony girl didn't bother to dress, though, she dug up the rest of her stuff.  Then she dug out her healers tools.  Meeting the eyes of the one holding the dhampir, she weaved them over.  She gestured for them to put the injured man down.  Then she went to work with cleanser and herbs, poultices, bandages, stitches...  "This is going to take a while," she said, knowing no one understood her, "But I should be able to get him up and moving."