[b]The Ancient Mage or should i say witch?[/b] [u]Location: Outskirts of woods Time: late evening [/u] [i]At a makeshift campsite of one Azalea Frost sits the woman alone sitting with her staff always within grabbing distance. She in herself was just shrouded in mystery as she had no clear ties to the place or so it seems. but that's her business alone as she really even talk to anyone very much. She was fairly pretty and youthful looking despite her being a lot older than a lot of them here. She was about 6'5" in height with a thin slender build that made look like not much of a threat. She had bright emerald green eyes that stare at her book by the light fire. She had light blue skin a clear sign she wasn't human at all. She had very long hair going down to her waist it was fiery red but had streaks of silver in her showing that she indeed is old. She sat wearing her long grey cloak , light blue tunic and black pants. She sat there as she read humming a strange melody lost to the ages of time itself. It seemed to be a calming song to something from her past she could never forget. She had sighed though when she had heard someone walking. She hadn't grabbed her staff just yet but she had a hand on her dagger as she looked to see who was there. [/i] [spoiler]open bored[/spoiler]