[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color] ~ [i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

Ellaryn cursed her haste in leaving for Angfort, she should have known the north would have a far colder climate than she used too and she was ill prpared in her haste to arrive on time. On the outskirts of the village, with her blanket wrapped around herself, she wiped her nose and once more read the now worn and crumpled letter. "[color=bc8dbf]Oh yeah the pin.[/color]" she pulled it out, should she wear now or later she wondered. Els had pulled so many pranks on people in the past, she wasn't sure if this was some ruse to get back at her. The writer had however asked for her aid, and it was so far away from home.

She stared at the pin for for too long, Sandy the pony grew restless and shifted under her, "[color=bc8dbf]Maggot's mushrooms, okay I wearing it girl.[/color]" She pinned her cloak and covered it up with the blanket, before heading in the village proper. Dusk had started to fall when she heard to ravings from the centre of the village.

Els rode up towards the old man in the cage, wondering what he had done to deserve such treatment in this weather. Els dismounted, shooing the crow away and allowing Sandy to nibble the crumbs. She pulled a small part of dried rations from her pack and offered it the prisoner, her arms stretched incase he tried to grab her. "[color=bc8dbf]Ole Thombud is it? Why not tell me of pins and wizards? Before you starve and people call you the fool that froze.[/color]" Ellaryn wasn't sure what to make of him, a little charity may help and she needed the information if that letter was true. 

She was glad for one thing, that pin was covered up, she shivered in her blanket. Her toughened feet still felt like two blocks of ice.