<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/775121752186421279/776453145865093230/flowing_hair_kuro23.png?width=520&amp;height=571)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ceri Thayheart (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333328)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform + leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Quest board, outside.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ana Field, Morgan, Ophelia<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12 -<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/>Ceri turned a concerned look to her friend, wondering if she was feeling well enough to take on these tasks. But when she looked and saw an eager and determined look in Morgan's yellow eyes, Ceri could breath a relieved sigh. Now that look was much more familiar to her.<br/><br/>"But the question, which way to take? The most urgent, and biggest rewarding one sounds like it'd be to the west, saving this kidnapped blacksmith. I say we head to Nox's Mills for this good deed" As Ceri speaks her piece, the Ranger tries to orient herself, and figure out which way is North in this new land she's in. Hoping that her training and instinct will kick in well enough to guide them to the west. Thankfully, her own senses aren't needed, not with the four-way signpost and the four roads guiding her way. "The Mill to the west, then?" Ceri offered again, starting to walk in on the westward road. "If we come and meet the locals with their dear Smithy safe and in tow, that would be a lovely greeting, hm?"