<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/8b/8c/f28b8c9261e0229bef3dca5c91a9b16a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thaialie Featherwind<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry, Ambushed!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Not the (party) Face!<hr/>Thaialie was, like Lilian, content to let the talkative ones do the talking here. Still, when they came to her prisoner, she felt the need to pipe up.<strong>"Oh good, I was hoping you could use one. if he called me horse one more time I was just going to suck all the air out of him and leave him on the road."</strong>She glowered at her "friend." Centaur weren't horses, and she clearly did not appreciate it. She also didn't appreciate one of her talent being called 'ratcatcher.' Anyway. She shook herself, smoothed out her garb.<br/><br/><strong>"We need to get these poor souls to their temple before they. Uhm. You know."</strong><em>Putrefy more</em>might be accurate, but Thaialie was pretty sure it was also extremely rude.<strong>"We'll drop this snotgoblin off on the way?"</strong>