[center][@Lyla][@Silvan Haven][@CoyoteLovely][/center]

[color=fff200]"We are quite well, hard not to be on be on such a fine evening. How are you my good fellow?" [/color]

[color=39b54a]"Oh, I'm good yeah. Still breathing. Names TC. Bywater. I've been uh... on da road a bit, just left New Bastion. WOuld you be so kind, as to allow me, a road weary weefolk, a spot by your comfortable fire?"[/color] Without waiting for a response, TC hoped off Skank and threw her bridle on a tree branch, then advanced for the fire. He scanned each face to see whose fire it was. 

The man he first spoke to wore some strange attire, a big ginger who looked like he could hold his own in a fight.[i] He seems like the knightly type, all white horses and handshakes. I could run Grandad's Shoe or maybe a Qi Tian Switch.[/i]
He saw the two young girls next. The brunette was another capable fighter, all plate and blade. TC could even sense some magic coming off of her. [i]Not worth the risk[/i] The other girl however was an easy smile, she looked like the perfect Mark. [i]Back in New Bastion I could turn a fat purse with...IS THAT A NIGHTMARE[/i] She sat idly next to a powerful and rare beast, the first TC had ever seen in person. Who did he belong to.
The third woman, the fire and the horse on fire were hers. [i]Is this forest just blooming gingers?[/i] She was elven for sure, sharp features and an eyepatch. [i]Wonder if shes ever ran a glim-dropper.[/i] The lines at the edge of her features were a hint to all the roads she has walked, an elf even more so. Hard to tell what plays she has seen.

[color=39b54a]"And who do I have the honor of sharing this warm flame with?"[/color]