Time had passed slowly for the elf even though it should of been the opposite. Had she not seen centuries pass her by?
The youth of her face could not give way to the horror she had seen in times passing. She had left her homelands to find
another place she could call home. Her journeys lead her to many places, however she did not stay too long.
By fates the elf was lead to Myrken Wood. She had followed a group part way, having heard of the realm previously. She was blessed to
even find it. She had high hopes that here she could finally set up her dream. To follow the path she was born to do. Heal. The high cleric
had kept a low profile upon her ablities for so long. It was time she used them again.
The dawning of a new day was approaching as she stood out from the doorframe, watching the rising of the sun.
She was ready..ready to start a new life and forget the pains of her past. Her hands grasped the broom then, taking her away from the door and back into the small abandoned building. The price was fair enough, but she did not think it was suitable yet to be used for a infermary. The elf went quick with her tasks and made note to place a add out so other healers knew of her plan and she seeked to employ them as well. Healing others was her upmost plan
first. She had hoped the little funds that would come to the guild would be enough to keep the building in good repair.
A list was made already on the items needed and she would go before the council if needed and ask for such. If deined she had a few vaulables to sell
and hoped that would be enough to keep the infermary going. Only time will tell and if the elf could gain the citizens of Myrken Wood trust. Only then
would she truely know if this was to be her home.