<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/1v6AUAB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/>Helena "Mead" Winterbelle<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Let's become a funeral procession.<br/><hr/>Mead seemed to become more anxious at their captive's statement, crossing her arms and bouncing on the soles of her feet, as if readying herself to bolt at a moment's notice. "See? Six more of those bastards that might try to run us down. We should reeeaally get a move on. And can someone please tie him up?" she said, gesturing towards the hobgoblin. "The 'you know what' isn't gonna last forever."<br/><br/>The gnome woman nods her head at the Tortle's suggestion. " I like that idea, it'll get us on the road faster. I'll tag along, Auri." Wasting no time, Mead scampers off to the half-elf's side to assist her in finding some wrappings for the cadavers.