A shy gnomish lass creeps toward the fire of center looking and listening for the voice and shining mail of her friend, Jo. Spying him napping by the fire, she slows her step so that it makes no more sound than a mouse traipsing across bare stone. As she stands there, she realizes his snores have stopped and that one of his green eyes is now fixed upon her. "Well, Fern, are you going to say hello?" Jo sits up moving to the log with a chuckle. "Better you come creeping than Rob. I don't think he likes me much, still, that halfer isn't half bad with a dagger. You know, I think it's past time we got out of center and saw a bit more of Mistone, Don't you? Yeah, a patrol would be just the thing." Jo gazes out at the rising sun of dawn eyes bright, " First we'll see any else shows up, hmm?"
//hoping to meet up in Center at 6 pm eastern. Open to suggestions. lvls 6-12ish.
