<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c2/5a/5b/c25a5b9d4712a0ffad833f263d4d9023.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Aesa Wyrmborn</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237173.msg11677350#msg11677350)<br/>Dragon-Blooded Elven Arcanist 1 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=560159)<br/><hr/><br/>Aesa set out with Timo and Aelys toward the cemetery, but they'd barely left Lorrimor's house - it was strange to call it Kendra's, although that was the truth, now - when she spotted the strange gathering.  Surprise was evident, but not fear, yet - whatever was happening was unusual, but presumably not threatening.  Still, it might be tied to whatever threat lay over Ravengro: the professor had been clear that the danger was imminent.<br/><br/>"We should see what that is," she told her companions, checking her sword and bow although she didn't draw either.  Traveling armed was a precaution, but baring a blade was a threat.  "It might be what Lorrimor feared, or a hint of what it will be."<br/><br/>She skirted the edge of the crowd, looking for a perch where she could gain a clear view: finally settling on a horse's trough.  It wasn't ideal, but although the more fastidious viewers weren't willing to stand ankle deep in rank water, she could spell away the effects once this was done: and the three feet of height allowed her to see easily over the heads of the villagers.