<slips in, unnoticed>
The elven ranger's green eyes scan the parchments posted. She notes that several of her friends from long ago still write. Relief suffuses her, for she had feared allfellow giftedwere as lost as the Tazoon halls she once frequented.
always alone now.....
Tucking a golden wave behind her pointed ear, her elegant script fills the page:
Vedui' il'er~
I find myself awake again in the land of Istaria. I have found several of my friends still wander these lands and for that I am grateful. My spells and ablities are rusty, but I hope to be of service to the Empire soon. I may have 74 ranks, but the knowledge that brought me there has long flown.
My interest has never been the creation of new things. I prefer, always to hunt, to heal my mates. If anyhere wish to hunt with me...
hah! a uselessone such as you..?
...please send your thoughts to Tira lArc, of Order.
May Alyssa's blessings be upon you and the path you choose~
~Tira lArc, Ranger
The slim female bites her lip as she rereads the note. Muttering in elvish, she swiftly pins it to the board before abruptly turning away.As she leaves the room,her long golden hair swings with the motion of her long strides.
