[hr][center][@BCTheEntity] [color=deepskyblue]Talran Galelove – Medium Friendly Paladin[/color][/center][hr][color=deepskyblue]'Lady Anala, then. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, and many thanks for your assistance,'[/color] Talran greeted her with a smile, even as the muck covering him vanished and he could breath true once more. Thank Helm for that. And for her abilities, too - it was rare that many paladins had access to cantrips of that nature, useful as they doubtless were, and though she was clearly an arcane caster of some sort, it somewhat escaped Talran as to what sort she might be.

Speaking of spellcasters, the elven caster had taken quite serious injuries, had she not? Glancing over Markus to make sure he was in decent health, he had his mount ride up to the sorceress, sheathing his weapon and holstering his shield now that they were free of muck and internals. She seemed in fair shape, but one could never truly tell; placing a hand upon her shoulder, he concentrated for but a moment, the appendage glowing with power as her wounds ravelled back together. And thank goodness, she seemed to be alive and well otherwise... though he was a touch annoyed by now that he had naught to refer to her than as "Elven spellcaster".

[color=deepskyblue]'I don't believe I ever got your name, ma'am,'[/color] Talran inquired, if only to alleviate his worries, [color=deepskyblue]'though I reckon I may have introduced myself to this group already. If I might ask, what do you call yourself?'[/color]

[Hider=Mechanics]Talran uses Healing Hands on Mhyrienne, healing her of 3 points of damage, then uses Lay On Hands to heal any other damage she's taken, restoring her to full health. If I'm not mistaken, this cures her of 7 points of damage total, leaving Talran with 11 points worth of healing in total until his next long rest.[/Hider]
[hr][center][@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]So that was the newcomer's name. Lady Anala Vishtar Attor, a heiress and a powerful mind. She only winked at the puppeteer, smiling a smile that showed she knew something that not all could be aware of. But what did she mean with it? The man, now back on horseback, blinked a few times, and found that the recently soiled were now cleaner than they had been at the feast of the Vistani. Sometimes one had to wonder if they could trust their eyes at all. This was a land where being wary would be a benefit, and only a raving madman could feel themselves right at home. Or so one would be led to believe.

She shared a connection with these people that had called them to talk with the Lady. Perhaps this lady knew the other? The hand carrying the puppet turned, and George's head rose higher. His eyes scanned the woman, the fresh arrival, all the while the man whose hand it covered followed suit. She was... not as tattooed as one had first thought, no. Lots of it was actually on the surface of her. Shimmering. Shining. Crystalline, even, perhaps. Was it... no, she could not be. That was not what she was. There was absolutely zero chance that was what she was. Only stories told of creatures of the sort. And she was here, not there. It would make no sense.

But it wasn't only so that the eyes in one's head would have lied. There were tattoos just as well, depicting... no, he could not make sense of it. It was a vibrant blue, but beyond that it... wasn't anything. The purple eyes desperately tried to find a meaning from it, but in the end the gaze was torn away, George being risen before the gleaming pair. [color=tan]"It is worrisome George, that you cannot tell. Please George, think it through. It needs to be understood",[/color] the man pleaded of his companion.[hr]