<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e9/de/19/e9de19ca6d7c1a642d5ed61f44f0447f.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Lyra of Annifos</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>38/38</em><br/><hr/><br/>It was becoming rather irritating to spend so much time in such a strange place without any clue of why. Finding a comfortable spot to sit, Lyra would try to calm down by playing a simple tune on the flute. It would be a few songs before the mood would take a shift. The ground groaning and the wood creaking, a rift erupting as a tree entity came spilling forth. Jumping to her feet, Lyra reached for her club in case something hostile would follow suit through the flaming ring. Once the portal had closed and disappeared she would turn her attention to the new visitor in this isolated realm.<br/><br/>Rushing to it's side, Lyra looked over the creature. It was clearly a plant based creature, likely fey. "<em>What happened? What did this to you?</em>" Speaking in sylvan it would sound foreign to everyone else in the area, but hopefully the tree creature would understand her. Giving the creature a few moments to respond in any manner, she would repeat herself this time however in Druidic, hoping for a response of some kind. Looking to Lana, she saw the glow of healing magic, Lyra would keep her own spell at the ready if this woman's was not enough.