Bramblepoint No one knows

[table width=85%][tr][td]The sky was lightening from the midnight black of true night to the dark indigo of predawn as they spoke. Liri pondered then how long she had been roaming the forest. 

She'd left Horosk behind when the clouds had begun to appear on the horizon; but the storm had struck with such intensity that the wraith found herself lost in it.

Adrastos's voice caught her attention, pulling her from her thoughts. "Yes, I'm from Broken Antler Fen. It's not far from here," Liri answered somewhat uncertainly. The winter sprite was unsure what exact part of the forest she was in by this point. 

"What of you, Adrastos?" He didn't smell of any pack nor did he smell exactly like the wilderness around them. He smelt foreign as if he came from somewhere else.[/table][/tr][/td]