<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/942301037409239070/942929453447807076/time_to_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rosaleen Dryden<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Ranger/Cleric<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>24/24<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Mood Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsKETdR9UZ4)<br/><hr/>Bundled up in thick furs and a heavy cloak, Rosaleen Dryden trudged through the snow with an extra bundle on her back beneath said cloak.  She wasn't going to make her friend walk through this mess, the gobber not a burden for her at all.  She'd known Meg for years, so giving her a piggyback ride through this mess wasn't an issue at all.  Why were they making their way through this mess?  A relatively short time ago she had received a missive from the local church dedicated to Morrow had passed to her after receiving it through official channels.  Her services were required to aid a village in removing its bandit problem.  So, having a particular hatred for those that preyed on others, she had gladly accepted.<br/><br/>"I think I see a tavern," Rosaleen stated, her words muffled by the scarf she had over the lower half of her face.  She glanced to where her friend's head poked up beside hers.  "Let's get out of this snow, eh?"  She then made her way towards said tavern, pushing her way inside and swiftly shutting the door behind them.  "Ugh, finally."  She shed her cloak, shook off the snow and let Meg get down from her back.  "I hope there's stew, or something equally hot and filling."