<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bremorel image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd396/Shdwrnnr/Fantasy%20Pics/felf_roguefight-2.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barracks<br/><strong>With:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/>The whispy young wizard seemed... even whispier today, and her striking beauty of yesterday was considerably marred by her manner, by her seeming to have shrunk inwards somehow.  Her "no" was very plain, harsh even... was it in answer to "are you well", or to "is anything wrong?".  However it was intended, one would have to be blind not to see the answers to these were "no" and "yes", respectively.<br/><br/>On the other hand, she didn't seem ready to talk, either.  Presumably not to anyone, not that it was just a personal dislike for Bremorel, though one never knew...<br/><br/>"Well, if you need anything, or to talk, I'm here, team-mate."<br/><br/>Her eyes flickered to the half-orc paladin, giving Finna a smack that resounded plainly - Bree's eyes lingered there a while longer, perhaps judging.  But after just saying that she'd be here for her fellow mage, she wasn't about to walk away, though she wanted to be by Finna's side right now.