[hr][hr][center][h1][color=goldenrod]Valona “Norsa” Norsys[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr][color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Storehouse - Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=goldenrod][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] No one[hr][b]Interaction Tags:[/b] -[hr]
	It had been a short night for Valona. She had been sleeping, blissfully unaware that anyone was even nearby to her location when suddenly she was awoken by and unearthly, dream shattering roaring bellow that could only have originated from the depths of the belly of one Johnathan Keystone. Valona, however, was unaware of the prolific backend trumpet that travelled along with this particular pugilist. If the sound was not enough to wake Valona from her slumber, then the stench that followed it certainly would have. The entire experience could only have been made more ominous if there were visible clouds that rolled along the floor like a dried ice mist that exuded from the body of frost trolls and white dragons alike.

	Sitting up with a start, Valona felt her face wrinkling and contracting in on itself, as if to stop the smell from invading her orifices, but it was to no avail. She couldn't bear it any longer. She had already been questioning her staying with this rag-tag group of do-gooders and she decided it was not for her. At least not full time. Gathering her things quickly, Valona readied herself and slipped out of the storehouse before dashing off into the night. She would find somewhere less... flavoursome to stay for the night. She doubted anyone would notice she was gone, save for perhaps Kyra but even then she knew that no one would miss her. She had not been within the group for long enough and had, so far, caused them more trouble than benefit. Good. She liked to leave people wondering about her anyway, it was in her favour.

	Besides, who was to say this was the last time that she and the people from this group encountered one another?[hr]