<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/60747931277c74ee6bc7db9bd2176d33_%281%29.png)</div><strong>Holly Evermead</strong><br/><br/>Some might have known the silver haired elf girl with the wide aquamarine eyes was reputed to be one of the most powerful wizards left in the world.  If ever confronted with that gossip, her serene smile was spread slightly—in obvious pleasure, and reply--”Nothing so grand.  I'm merely a student of the old ways.”<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to believe that she was magical, mad, or both.  (Those who didn't approve of smiling leaned towards mad.)  For starters, the magnificent back steed she'd rode on this far was now nowhere to be found.  More she seemed perfectly comfortable out here in nothing more than an azure dress of fine linen—low over the generous expanse of cleavage and barely falling past her knees—and sturdy, thigh high black boots.  Not only did she seem to need no more protection than that—from the elements, briars, or the claws of breasts—the garments themselves seemed good as new.<br/><br/>The little bronze dragon perched easily on her shoulder certainly didn't detract!<br/><br/>The elf girl scowled softy at the man who'd kicked over the carcass.  She strode quietly over to the dead deer and crouched beside it, silver tresses brushing some of the unspoiled fur.  She touched it's forehead and whipsered a quite prayer that sounded archaic and primordial even to those who spoke elven.  Then she continued in the common tongue, “Beast of the field, I think you for surending your life that we may eat.  That which you have been will continue within us, and wihtin the earth, and the green.  As it was in the beginning it is now and ever shall be, world without end.”<br/><br/>She closed the deers eyes then drew a dagger from her left boot and looked up to her half elf friend.  “Let's get this cleaned and see how much we can have ready to take with us in the morning, okay?”<br/><br/>She slipped her beautiful little fox fur quiver further around her hips to keel it clear of the flesh, then set to work fully dressing and cleaning the deer.  Though her hands were graceful and her moves deft, she lacked the skill to do the work without keeping an eye on what she did, so she didn't look up when she added her voice to the others.  “My name is Holly Evermead.  The little fellow on my shoulder, who I'm sure is looking rather disgusted with me right now, is Shadavere the Brazen.  He's not fond of meat, but he's a true friend.  I have some small skill with rapier and bow, though I doubt there's a single member of this assembly I could defeat.  I have, however, studied the lore of the ancient magicians for over a century.”<br/><br/>“It's a pleasure to be working with you all.  Nsia, I hope we'll find time to exchange lore.  I have made a study of alchemy myself, but everything I read tells me the secrets I've unlocked in that field are but a raindrop in the ocean compared to what the transcendental alchemists of old could do.”