<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 stood at the edge quietly listening to the discussion, taking stock of her belongings, taking a drink from her waterskin, and mostly awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she stared at the group. Soon the girls self conciousness over her awkward position began to outweigh her shyness, nervously striding over just slightly closer to the group, standing beside a woman who herself was beside a pile of wildflowers. "Goodday... Shan... Shaniri yes?" she meekly asked in a hushed voice, looking down at the pile of flowers. "May I?" she asked gesturing to the flowers as she began to sit cross legged, beginning to weave the flowers into a crown.