Velian of Ulambree

[Vyris]

A slender, but strong elf woman sits on the edge of her bed, she has been at this inn in Tibum for several weeks, searching and studying In her hand she holds a page of parchement, stroking its worn edge fondly with her thumb as she reads the words that her heart knows by rote

"Where have you gone father?" she asks the empty room

The day before she had been to see a local seer, seeking answers to her fathers location. It has been eight years since her brothers death, nearly nine years since she left the Ulambree forest, a hundred inns like this one spread across Voltrex, Dregar, and most recently Calishan and her search throughout the kingdom of Roldem.

"I shall find you... if it takes my entire lifetime." She vows.

Then, with practiced fingers she stands, folds the note and slips it securely between the pages of her thin spellbook. Taking a long look from across the room and out the window, she eyes the ship in the harbor that she has booked passage on, and with a deep breath and slow exhale she gathers her pack and bow to continue her journey, and take up her search again in Rilara.

[Vyris]

Velian stands on the pitching bow deck of her chartered ship late of the port of Tibum, bound for Karthy. She shifts her weight easily as the storm whipped swells smash against the prow, smiling with inward pleasure watching the few sailors not ordered below decks stumble and flop on the bucking planks below her.

A man-child approaches her, not more than fourteen, this whelp is the captains cabin boy and manservant, he draws near and hollers over the whipping winds.
"The Cap'n 'es orders fer ev'a one te git below decks miss!"

A slight grin plays it's way across her lips and as if her words bore weight the wind dies for just an instant as she speak, only to whip a fresh spray of foam after the words leave her mouth
"I think not young master... I rather like the rain"

With those words she bounces lightly down the step the young man had just struggled up, across the deck and passed the lashed down cargo that had been added at the last minute, back to the aft and the tiller, where the captain stands barking orders to his helmsman. Several minutes of shouted commands from the Captain are met with resolute head shaking from Velian, and finally with a gesture of extreme frustration the captain throws up his hands and then definatly barks an order, turning back to his helm and his duties at sea. Velian then smiles and spends the rest of the evening gazing into the wind and the spray, enjoying the tumult of the sea around her.