<div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/prora-the-lost-world/images/8/82/Wood_elf.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20151230193116)</div><br/>She had timed it just right, from her estimates it was going to pour soon. She had spent the last few weeks trying to warn what villages or towns she knew. She was met with skeptism at best, denial or at worst hostility. She did not understand, they should be taking arms and defend their freedom. It was recently that she sensed them. She was not sure who they were but she knew she had to escape. And escape she did, but only barely. It was perhaps fate that brought her to the farmhouse. She was waiting for her with the farmhouse door open, “inside quickly” she said. ‘I will hide you”.<br/><br/>That was days ago. Now, all she had were directions to the village of Fisher’s Row, the tavern and the password. Entering the tavern, she looked well travelled, and dressed in greens and browns. She held a long bow in her right hand. Allowing a sigh of relief she bowed a greeting at the proprietress and server. Still relatively inexperienced, she was not sure what was appropriate. “Errmmm... I’m here for the Martin’s Shaken Ale” Brought to the table, she nods her head and greets the half-elf awkwardly, “I’m Arawen”. Taking a sip of the ale, she makes a face and coughs, spluttering, as the ale went down her throat. “Goddess save me....”