<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Orc%20Slaves/Tristan_dRagen_Crop.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Aleria</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Staging grounds<br/><strong>With:</strong>Strike force<br/><br/>So noble and spirited wizard is gone. In her skin stands an silent woman, wearing clothes, clearly made to an man or boy, actually several men or boys. All too large and unfitting all the same. During the summoning, she had not said an word, and only time she raised her eyes was when Lady Yustissa spoke directly to her and that moment, there was some emotions on her face, yet so briefly.<br/><br/>If she knew or recognized the fighter by Ladys side, she made no comment about it, nor was she looking anyone to better with her knowledge, like she normally had done. Her eyes were mostly down casted the whole time.<br/>