<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 12/12<br/>HD 1d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>Lynnara was a little longer this time out in the wilderness, taking her time.  There was little reason to worry as she was slipping off between the trees all the time, always silent as if she simply belonged there the way wood elves so often did.  She considered it obvious that she could cry out if there was actual trouble, and doubted that anything would take her out so fast that somebody would be able to replace her and return without any issue.  Even then, her prowess and abilities weren't easy to replicate.<br/><br/>As she returned, she showed the group a silver ring that she found, belonging to a knight's order.  It was obvious on her face that she didn't recognize it specifically but figured someone else might.<br/><br/>With her bow arm, she pointed off further into the forest.  "Real trail's over there.  Two legged small creatures, heading north."