Gothmoor IC (purple)

[Tsol]

Fistar

Fistar listened to the cleric offer the use of horses and supplies. He grinned happily, his green eyes glinting mischievously. “Well I’m not one to turn down a helpful hand in this endeavour, but what is in it for you? Surely the loan of mounts and supplies must come at a cost?” The wood elf glanced briefly at the retreating male dark elf with a slight frown, then turned back to Zarraema smiling, “I will go of course, I’m always looking for adventure. “