<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qh8N8v6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Keyleigh Aelorothi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1585041)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moonwood<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>All<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<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/>Her silence for most of the trip was probably evidence of her overall mood regarding their journey into the forest to find a lost caravan of supplies.  She was pensive, restless, and stalked through the group from time to time keeping an eye out as she went.  The weather was not favorable, at least not to her--the Wild Elf seemed to at least be enjoying herself.  The most recent morning had been much of the same as the others, though Ianath seemed ill-at-ease this particular day.  Keyleigh listened to the others as she went about her morning rituals, donning her Chainmail armor, retrieving her bow from its magical hideaway spot in her quiver, and offering a short prayer over it to her deity, asking for the strength to face the day and whatever challenges it would bring.  With her mind and divine magics renewed for the day she stood and ensured everything was fastened properly before stowing the bow once again and packing a few odds and ends into her backpack.<br/><br/>"You seem worried," she commented to Ianath as Keyleigh helped rouse the others to move on, helping to gather up supplies, "ease your mind--we will see this through."<br/><br/>She regarded Felwyn as she came near, glancing over the outward appearance of the Wild Elf.  There was something about the tribalism of that breed that was somewhat unsettling at times.  Sometimes Keyleigh wondered how much closer they were to the wilds of nature than they were to Elves.  "Did you spy anything from your little nest this morning?" she asked Felwyn curiously.