<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/91fef1346d8e641839e74f53d0252711.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Felwyn Rainblossom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=287130.msg14124088#msg14124088)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moonwood<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Ianthe, PCs<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong><br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong><br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong><br/><strong>Move Action:</strong><br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>Felwyn could sense Ianthe's tension, but decided not to approach her directly on the matter. Ianthe was an experienced commander, and had surely been in similar situations before. At any rate, Felwyn knew that she could best help simply by being herself, without drawing attention to any concerns in particular. When the commander began to sing along with Merissa's song, it brought a smile to her lips. Even if her actual singing was dreadful, it reflected her spirits picking up a little.<br/><br/>She perked up when Ianthe gave her an order. "You got it, commander!" she said, springing into action. She adjusted her boots briefly, then ran ahead, her long, well muscled legs eating up the trail at an impressive pace. She disappeared into the foliage ahead of the party, leaving regular trail signs to indicate her location, her pace and her reports - mostly that the trail was clear of hazards and there was no sign of the caravan. Most of the trail signs involved pieces of twine hanging from twigs.<br/><br/>After about an hour, Felwyn waved to the party from the branches of a tree, then hopped lightly down in front of them. "We've reached the caravan route," she reported to Ianthe. "No sign of the caravan itself, but it's no surprise that they're delayed." She held out a walking stick that had a foot of mud on its far end. "The mud is thick on the ground along the trade route. I almost fell into it myself!" she said with a chuckle, although there were only a few flecks of mud on her bright blue boots and on her bare legs. "So I guess that means they're just slowed down, not necessarily waylaid. But this will also make them vulnerable. I recommend we make haste along the trail to intercept them and, hopefully, escort them once we find them."