[center][color=lime][h2][i][b][u]     Flan [img]http://i.imgur.com/qlFI4Yj.png[/img] Lef     [/u][/b][/i][/h2][/color]
[@TheWindel] [@Lucius Cypher][/center]
The wind blew fiercely over the village of Edivid as dark clouds heralded great change, certainly calamity and peril lurked on the shadows just beyond the horizon... Or maybe no. Most likely it was all just in the mind of the cloak wearing figure that wobbled her way inside the city, the distinctive noise of a rumbling stomach betraying Lef's lack of any decent meal in quite some time.

Even the best of the rangers would have a hard time trying to find something to eat when the whole countryside had been picked clean by a horde of ravenous adventurers. To further the case, Flan was never one known for owning much resources, or any resources at all. Blame it on the course of perpetual poverty adventurers all over the world seem to be graced with. Nevertheless, the fact was that, right now there was an elf collapsed just a step away from the door of the tavern, her sole salvation.

[color=lime]"Lotte, Malkai... I'm sorry, but I just can't go on anymore. Please, at least try to avenge me on your journey..."[/color] Sadly it seemed that Flan's journey would end before she could even meet her old friends once again. What a cruel fate for such a young and gorgeous heroine...