<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/DelverEisa.jpg)<br/><strong>Eisa </strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Human   <strong>Class:</strong> Cleric   <strong>HP</strong>: 17/17<hr/> </div></div><hr/><br/>The water witch shivers slightly at the knell and the dark wind that came in its wake. Pin pricks of sensation in her arm told her it was waking up, for a moment she hoped that this feeling of dread was just part of that, but with the townsfolks' cry of a paladin, an avenging warrior... surely no one of such a noble profession would beset the Delvers who themselves were good and true in both word and deed? Still, better safe than sorry. When one of those types got an idea in their head they were stubborn enough to let it drive them for a good long while.<br/><br/>While she honestly just wanted to talk things over with the people below, the nagging feeling of<em>something</em>was frankly just giving Eisa the willies and making her want to bolt.<br/>"We need to leave," she said, "And fast. I don't mean the villagers or the paladin... there's something not right about the wind, it feels<em>wrong </em>somehow"