[center][h1][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5157622][color=goldenrod]Elra Silverfang[/color][/url][/h1][/center]
[indent][b][u]Day of the Selection[/u][/b]
Location: Eastormel Castle, Ironkeep, Ovyadell [/indent]
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Elra watched the others with her wolf eyes and keep her senses up. The wolf in her was right about things more than she wanted to admit. She wanted to sniff them and learn their scents. 

She also wished the king would offer them some hospitality. Most of them were in wet cloaks and boots tracking mud and dripping water on the floor. Soon the cold would come, then the sickness if it wasn’t tended to. Surely His Grace understood that. 

Elra held up a finger for a moment, then cast a cantrip to control the water, she walked around each of them moving her hand to drive the water to the floor. Then with a move all the water and mud got carried to the door.