<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bree Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/298/f/d/elf_by_flexdreams-d6rrmg9.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)     <strong>HP:</strong> 11 of 11<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Giving up<br/>Spells expended: 1 of 5 1st-level, 2 of 6 Elemental Ray<br/></div></div><br/>"You can't... you won't."  Bremorel looked down.  "You were right, I was wrong, Aleria.  We are overmatched, and Hagan was ready for us from the start.  Perhaps you don't believe the vision, though I assure you I do.  But... just believe that I now acknowledge you were right, and we must retreat.  Quickly."<br/><br/>Still crushed by the force of the vision, by the life "lived", Bremorel was glad to bow to the greater wisdom of their reluctant comrade, who had advocated for turning back ... almost from the start.  There was no denying that the group would have been better off if they had taken her advice, back on the Path.  And now that she was opting to eschew the glorious death in battle against an overwhelming foe, Bree just wanted to put this cursed place behind her, and try to build up the walls of her mind again.