[center][color=9400D3][h2]Melfenius[/h2][/color][/center]

Melfenius's boots kicked up small [i]poofs[/i] of dust as she walked, the dull thud of each footstep a rhythm that had been going on for some time now. Edvidid village was by no means close and she'd been walking ever since she'd received the dream. Of course not needing to rest meant she got there rather quickly compared to a human walking the same distance. The dark green robe that was tattered and dusty from years of wear and tear, covered in patches of vaguely similar colors, obscured her body; merely making her appear extremely lanky. Of course the large shield in one hand as well as the sheathed hand-and-a-half sword she wielded in the other marked her as a warrior, usually these things managed to keep trouble away. Of course when one was looking for trouble, you generally found it. And now she'd been chosen by Lucius, The God of Light. Melfenius halted just outside the town. Journey to the village. Anywhere in particular in the village? A elf-creature that appeared to be something of a mage was sitting on the ground, likely meditating or something else that mages did.

Melfenius's bony shoulders moved up and down momentarily before she continued onward into the town. If others were called they'd be coming as well. The first place any stranger to a new town would go would be the tavern, whether it be for food and drink, a place to rest, or just to listen to gossip. So Melfenius strode through the town and entered the tavern, glancing over the occupants before taking a seat next to the door at a round peg-legged table. There was a moment of silence at her dark form before the chatter started up again. Likely it was about her being; such a small town and all but Melfenius didn't mind, she doubted she'd be staying her long. A server came to ask if she wanted anything but Melfenius waved them off. She was simply here to wait.