<div class="floatleft">(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2013/198/7/6/silver_eyed_irena___portrait__remake__by_gothawolf-d6dv1j4.jpg)</div><strong>Idise of Vellumis (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=689700)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kenabres caverns, dwarven shrine<br/><strong>With:</strong>Anevia, Aravashnial, Horgus, Lydia, Lysia, Zanthus<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP 12/12; AC 14, Touch 11, Flat 13; CMD 13; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +4; Perception +5; Init +1<br/><hr/>The sudden burst of light is a surprise indeed.  Idise glances upward at the dais, forced to squint as her eyes had long become accustomed to the darkness of their environment.  It is unmistakably a sign of favour, a calming presence that lingers even after the light has vanished, and Idise offers a prayer of thanks in return as she walks slowly to examine the bit of parchment that most certainly was not there a moment ago.  She carefully picks it up from its resting place on the altar and angles it to the torch-light, reading it slowly and thoughtfully, even reverently, her lips silently miming the words as she does.  After a pause she then reads it again, aloud this time, for the others' benefit but also in the hope that actually hearing the message would make it somehow clearer.  She turns to them, looking awestruck but slightly confounded.