[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Ivraan Valdo[/color][/h1][/center]

Slowly but surely the Caravan became busy. Footsteps could be heard all around, the snap of small twigs, and the sound of the leaves rustling all betrayed the size of the Caravan. Some pilgrims and other doo-gooders of the Caravan had arrived to help out the worn-out arrivals. More food and supplies would be handed out. Some people actively invited the worn-out souls over to their wagons so they could take a rest. Ivraan had taken a position to the side just listening as he would often do back home in the tavern. Unfortunately, nothing had really caught his attention and it was clear that these people couldn’t really help him any further. Thus he decisively went back to his wagon to grab the book he had on the Forest of Emerald. On his way back he gave a solid nod to those he passed. 

Once he had arrived at his wagon he went inside, grabbed the book, and started quickly shifting through the pages to try and find anything on these “living” souls within the Forest. This was however to much avail, nothing was really clear and more precise than what he had already heard. He glanced at his herbology station where he had gathered some of the leaves from a tree to see if anything had changed. Nothing, nothing had changed, it still had the vibrant green color. Ivraan just sat down for a bit pondering what he would do now. He could without a doubt venture into the woods to try and find these sightings, something that felt like a great idea, however he wouldn’t want to do it on his own. It was as if something or someone had read his mind, as at that exact moment he heard a deep shout outside. It was the giant who had joined the Caravan a few months back. 

Ivraan quickly grabbed his spear from the rack along with a few daggers which he stowed in a belt specifically made for them. He grabbed the sheath the spear usually sat in and hurled it over his back. For those who had never seen Ivraan with his spear before it might be a slightly comic sight. Even though Ivraan was a tall half-elf the spear would easily reach his shoulders if it stood on the ground next to him and was only slightly smaller than Ivraan. He made his way over towards Galaxor.

As he arrived he gave a wave and smile towards the giant. [i]“Heya! I heard you were shouting for an exterminator?! Are you headed into the woods to figure out more about those beings?! If so mind if I join?!”[/i]; Ivraan spoke with his cheery attitude and hadn’t even noticed the tiefling standing there. He would shoot a smile and wave in her direction. Ivraan had seen Nemeia around a few times but never really spoke to her. [i]” Hey! Are you also joining in!? Guess we should wait if others want to tag along.”[/i] Ivraan spoke with the same cheer. He then sat down the spear on the ground next to him and leaned against it. He was clearly looking forward to it, he wanted to explore the Forest of Emerald for a while now but never really got to it, now to his surprise he had a whole group.

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[u]Addressing: [/u] Galaxor [@Timemaster] and Nemeia [@Abstract Proxy]