[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: The vaults, Eastormel Castle, Ironkeep, Ovyadell [/indent]
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Walked with the group till they reached the vault door. Locked rooms were not her thing, but she followed. She was impressed at the security, but she knew how she would have attacked it. Necromancy. It would be possible to graft a dead finger on live body. If the finger was from a person who had access and the body was of the blood line, If the finger had access in the past. She leaned close to the one next to her, “I think I could defeat that with a fairly low level spell and a little time,” she whispered. She did not want to explain with the guards so close. 

“Your Grace, has there been any bodies found or any of your family missing, like a second cousin?” Elra asked. It would not be good for the living person.  When the key came Elra poked her head in the vaults without entering. Then looked to her guards and asked where the kitchen was. She pulled her cowl up to hide her face. She was going to get some provisions for the trip. Her horse could be used to carry that. A couple lanterns, flasks of oil, meats, cheeses, breads, some fresh vegetables, and potatoes. She filled her pockets with apples for the horses. 

She got a couple blankets, and a nice change of clothes for the Princess and herself. She had asked and they gave, though the glowing wolf eyes under the cowl might have motivated the maids and kitchen staff to comply. She had not stolen, which was important to her. She returned with Servants in tow wih baskets In hand and some food for her hungry quest mates. 

She would wait for the others to eat then she would eat. The wolf in her did not want to wait and she was not the omega here, feeding on the scraps everyone left.