[hr][hr][center][color=darkslategray][h1]Edric Beaumont[/h1][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[color=darkslategray]"Empty? Yess. Uninhabited...? Not likely. Brevyon tried to destroy magic, or maybe suppress it. But it exists in all who live - and all who've died. Things may yet dwell here."[/color] Edric's tone trailed off, as though he were wanting to say more but lost the words. 

A distant clap of thunder seemed to finally draw Edric's attention, eyes flicking towards the heavens, confirming the suspicion of his ears. [color=darkslategray]"If it's shelter you seek, this place'll do. Some of the roofs have only a few holes."[/color] Edric emphasized with a vague wave of his arm, motioning to the ruins around him. 

[color=darkslategray]"Inside will keep you dry, but there's no telling what--[i]who's[/i] there. Maybe nothing, probably something. Can't you feel it in the air? The energy? It gets stronger..."[/color] Edric trailed off once more, moving towards one of the more-structurally sound ruins, this one distinguished by a set of heavy oak doors. [color=darkslategray]"Here. The people here, they feel it too. General unease, an odd feeling in the belly. The ghost stories they tell children reflect that. Superstition is merely that echo. Find the source, ease the people, and see what treasures lay within. Reach out for it, my Elven friend, tell me if you can feel it."[/color] Edric now looked intently at Arendal, imploring him to to close his eyes and [i]listen.[/i]