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HP = 41, PP = 50, EP = 41, Status = Fine
Mithral had wandered for a long time, never stopping in any place for very long. Even among her own exceedingly rare kindred, Mithral's incredible, but also inhuman appearance stood out from those around her, and even the fey she had met in her travels oftentimes looked upon her silver and gold visage with a degree of awe. Unfortunately, the fey rarely allowed members of other races to dwell among them, and no mortal that she had ever met had been able to get past her appearance. She'd been kept at a distance, and made unwelcome everywhere that she went, and many places had treated her with outright hostility.
So, when Mithral had learned of a place, hidden amidst the mountains and valleys to the South, within a weeks travel of the fallen village of Artmirst, where all could go, and be treated as equals, it had seemed like a dream come true. She wasn't yet quite sure if she'd believed the gruff who had told her, but the taciturn, goat-headed fey had seemed sincere enough, and as she'd had little better to do, the dragon-kin had steered her wanderings in that direction. It had been a long journey, across mostly hostile terrain, but it hadn't been anything she hadn't experienced before.
She'd been traveling for many hours through the woods, no signs of civilization in sight, and the sky was beginning to turn orange as the day drew to a close. It was mid spring, and the air was pleasantly warm during the day without being overly hot or humid, while the nights were still pleasantly cool. Through the tops of the trees which were only just growing in all of their leaves, Mithral could already see the half-full moon hanging low in the sky, waiting for the sun to fall so that it's silvery light could cover the forest for the night.
As she hiked on, likely looking for a place to bed down for the night, a voice called out to her from the woods off to her right; "Ho traveler! Darkness approaches, and the woods be unsafe to travel at night alone!" Turning, Mithral would immediately spot the satyr standing amidst the trees, the fey's furry goat-like legs, stout build, bare hairy chest and ram-like horns allowing her to identify it without much trouble. He was smiling joyously at her as he continued; "You may share my camp for the night, if you like! A warm fire, a bite to eat, and some company for the night. That doesn't sound so bad, eh?"