<div class="floatleft">(https://pp.vk.me/c624626/v624626570/3ddc3/0oASzORkXjw.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Edan</span></strong><br/><strong>Lvl 1 Human Witch/Ranger(skirmisher)</strong>– 14 / 14<strong>HP</strong>–<strong>AC</strong>14 – Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1618269)<br/><em>Known for living as a hermit, though not unfriendly or reclusive around people, she has only rarely come to town to trade strange herbs for supplies before returning to the woods. She is rumored to be the servant of someone or something in the woods.</em><hr/>Edan drew her gaze away from the crown to glance at Damira without turning her face away from the woven flowers as she listened. Edans cheeks burned, the red highlighting the dots tattooed under her eyes, muttering something in Abyssal, Sylvan and a bit in Terran under her breath as she shyly nodded along, plucking a petal from one of the flowers.<br/><br/>As the silence began to deafen Edan, she let one hand drop, unlatching a satchel and putting her hand inside. She smiled, not falsely, and nodded. "Its... only strange if we make it so... yes? There's nothing to be ashamed of... you only did what was natural..." she said as she withdrew her hand from the satchel, a spider crawling up her forearm. "Please... um... take this..." she said offering the crown of flowers holding it out in front of her in both hands. "A-and... if you need ingredients... do not hesitate..."