[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Updates[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter
[b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Early Evening
[b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] Air is chilly and clouds are now covering the moon, distant sounds of thunder can be heard
[b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Tense, confusing and stressful
[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] North of Salarn in the region of Gorlf. South west of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
[b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Gorlf Northern Territory

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Gorlf Northern Territory
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The Medieval X-Men And Whoever the hell else shows up
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	Kyra perked a brow as Ash got up and started licking the plate Lob has placed near him. It wasn't the gesture that got her attention but the sound of the flute and the elf wandering off to check on it. [i]What on earth is she up to?[/i] Kyra shook her head slightly, it wasn't good to run off in these woods or any other and not have back up but Kyra wasn't a baby sitter.

	Standing up she laced her bow over her shoulder and climbed up a tree, finding a bit of a perch to take look out. In one direction had been flute playing and now in another she swore she spotted hair nearly as white as hers. Just peachy.

	[color=a187be]"Well isn't this just wonderful. Seems we've rung the dinner bell for the entire bloody forest,"[/color] she said as she unlaced her bow and knocked an arrow into place. 

	"What's going on Kyra?" Cremwise asked as he looked up from his plate.

	[color=a187be]"Other than a floutist off over there to which our bard has run after and someone with silver hair over there, I hope nothing else,"[/color] she quipped with a bit of a huff.

	[color=a187be]"We'd have attracted less attention if we had rung a bloody gong,"[/color] she said as she drew the arrow back and took aim. Letting out a slow breath she let it loose, it wizing through the trees and embedding itself into the tree next to the white haired woman. Quickly knocking another one into place she took aim again.

	[color=a187be]"Come out or next time I'll aim for the crown of those pretty tendrils of yours,"[/color] she called out as Ash started pacing about under the tree Kyra was perched in.