Virashil
"I was somewhat amazed at how eager he was to talk to me, to be honest."
After they set back onto the road, Virashil cannot push the thought of Tiamat out of her mind. Her draconic ancestor had mentioned that she was needed to help out good dragonkind at some point in her life, but is this the time and place -- and is she ready for the rigors and challenges it would entail?
Her mind would not rest, and she was pleased to finally reach Drellin's Ferry -- hopefully the people and buildings would take her mind off things.
"Greetings men -- like my fellow elf mentioned, we are mere travellers, seeking a warm, soft bed for the night, while we continue our journey into the Witchwood."
"I take it that the town has posted a guard due to nearby hobgoblins, perhaps? We had been ambushed by a troop of them not more than a couple hours up the road from here, near a burned out farmhouse."