Twilight Druid

OOC- *As night falls over Arethor Vanya slowly makes her way down the many backstreets, scuffing her feet with an air of boredom as she spins her newly aquire skull mask. The chill of the night creeps down the back of her dress sending a shiver through her body. Taking a quick look around her Vanya picks up her pace, making for her accustomed table in the cosy corner of the Viridian tavern After collecting a bottle of ‘ArmaLuna’s Finest Pumpkin Wine’ and a glass from behind the counter she settles down to a drink before sliding the crumpled note out of its hiding place down the neck of her dress. After reading the form several times she lets out a sigh before pouring herself another glass, resigned to filling out the piece of paper.* Name: Vanya Galleon Norodiir What do you wish to join as, why?: Thorn Haze Gal Gold – Money is what keeps me alive. What can you bring to the Frozen Thorns, what are you skilled in?: I just do what I need to survive. Steal from the stupid, dispose of folk who try to hurt me. Race and Sex: Female High El Wood Elf Do you swear to follow the rules of the Frozen Thorns? Refusing to do so will amount in your death.: Aye if you look after me I’ll look after you. Do you have any previous or current loyalties?: To my family, they be the only ones who have ever looked out for me. *Vanya puts down the stick of charcoal and tries folding the wrinkled paper as well as she can, sealing it with the wax of the candle on the table. Her joints protest as she stands, cracking several times as she walks towards the door. Taking a quick look around to see if the coast is clear Vanya crosses the path quickly into the stable and slides the sealed letter into the crack the previous letter was found. As she exits Vanya’s eyes dart around the street before returning to her seat and bottle.*

*taking little notice of the corpse's smell Vanya crouches down to pry the crisp piece of paper from the fist. Reading it as s she continues on her walk Vanya lips start to curl into a smile* "Oh my poor Mister Tornleg. These people are just who I could use some help from though..." *she stops off at the next tavern and starts to write a letter that she hopes will find its way to the Frozen Thorns* To the Frozen Thorns, I seemed to have stumbled upon a Rarin Tornleg, or so I guess by the letter clasped in his rotten fingers. I wish to speak with you in the hopes that you may help me in my endeavours to find a certain person. I have minas if that is needed, just leave a letter at the Arethor stables addressed to me if you will help. Signed Miss Norodiir