<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/496504242803048449/496504461997637632/wolf_sorceress.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Freya Nightingale<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Castle Plaza<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tyrel, open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Perception Roll: At 2018-10-10 17:01:41, Freya Nightingal (uid: 63753) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=125313)<br/><hr/><br/>Freya nodded to Tyrel when he looked at her, waving a hand indicating they should go. But she watched as the beautiful creature in front of them turned and called out for help. Freya knew her companion would not be able to resist the call for help, and it caused a twinge in even her heart when she heard this. Freya shook her head at Tyrel as he apologized, but he was already gone and she was cursing under her breath. "Wait! Don't!" She called out trying to stop him. She doubted it would be much help. It looked like she was going to have to get involved as well, and so she followed her companion into the fray, pulling her spell book from her satchel quickly.<br/><br/>At the very least she could heal her companion, and pay off whoever she might need to in order to keep him out of harms way. The rebellion needed him, she was not about to let him get killed over this. These were the qualities they were looking for, and these were the qualities Freya hated the most.<br/>