<div class="floatright">(https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/MwDpvvkYd73vtsLMlobb8gJKEymNLYVBQ7mfZ6IBqFY/%3Fwidth%3D483%26height%3D676/https/media.discordapp.net/attachments/678120453297930250/942610876907798528/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shael Elloth<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Monk<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>21/21<br/><hr/><br/>Shael looked over her shoulder, a thin smile playing across her uncovered face, as she took a moment to stare at the unblemished tracks trailing away behind her, an afterimage of her own steps stretching back through recent history.  "Makes yah think..." she mutters, her crisp words carrying only a hint of Iosan accent, "All the paths people take, all the lives they lead... we never see it.  We never notice... winter makes us appreciate."  She shakes her head, ever so slightly, and then takes a springing leap backwards, seeming to try and make up for the space she lost musing rather than walking, a cascade of winter exploding around her ankles as she reoriented herself to face the rapidly growing town.<br/><br/>The first building she notices - a fact due in no small part to its strategic placement along the main road that travellers are so oft to travel - is the inn, and the gentle fragrance of smoldering meet and perhaps a refrain of something that might be considered music tugs at the woman's attention, causing her to bend her steps and kick the snow in the direction of the well-worn door.  She reaches up, tugging on the hood of her cloak and letting it fall closer over her cascading ivory hair, mind already awash with delusions of spiced run, roaring fires, and the snow clinging to her form melting slowly, causing a visible trickle of continual moisture down her tight-fitting jerkin...