<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Shyvana_small.png)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Calanthe<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Drellin's Ferry, East Sid<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Getting presentable had been forgotten for a time thanks to the ambush, and Calanthe took a while mentally sorting what she had seen - and the hobgoblin's words not least of all. She was a little less resplendent than she had originally planned, but still she had a fierce light in her eyes, and a red cape to billow dramatically.<br/><br/>If the hobgoblin made trouble on the trip over, she was more than happy to knock him out with a mailed fist to the face. Better he wake with a broken nose than harm one of her companions, after all.<br/><br/>Their business, however, was best declared as enthusiastically as possible. "As ever, my friend Mead has a gift for understatement! We bring grave tidings, and the muscle and skill to see them sorted and peace returned to the land! Ratcatchers, troubleshooters, a sword in the hand of the righteous and a shield to defend the innocent! For a nominal fee plus expenses, because we prefer to catch rats and not to eat them.<br/><br/>We could also use the services of a temple, if you wouldn't mind directing us to one? And yes, your captain."