<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CYIGi1S.png)</div><strong>Elle "L" Ravalynn</strong><br/><em>Wild Mage (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=688420)</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sewer Tunnels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>She follows along, either humming to herself quietly or looking around at all of the different sights, though she never pays much attention to any one detail for long.  She nearly bumps into the person in front of her when they all decide to stop, leaning over to get a look at what's going on.  "Why we stoppin'?" she whispers harshly forward before she makes out bits and pieces of the conversation, "Eep, don't look Mister Squeak," she says over her shoulder while pulling the hood of her cloak a little closer to keep it closed.<br/><br/>"Did we find the trap yet?" she asks before giving Wren a nasty look at her comment about grilling rats.<br/><br/>"Are there any alive R, A, T, Ses up there?" she asks afterwards, making sure to spell out Rats probably to keep Mister Squeak from knowing what's going on.  "Mister Squeak is a very accomplished interpreter, you know."