Arivaela'ruar Encampment

*Araevin knew he must have been wrong to suspect Mahalion and the next time he sees him he offers him a wide, friendly smile*

Alatariel continues with building the pavilion when her times allows , she binds leaves and wine between the branches giving it a natural roof. Each time she leaves the camp she summorns an water elemental and orders it to keep the camp safe as well as taking care of the campfire in her absence so it can't spread.

Amar Puts up his tent near the camp. asking about how the family works.. how the branches are working, what their purpose for being in the dales are.. simply.. trying to gain as much knowledge as possible.

And in return her shares what little he have and answers whatever question they may have about him.

Ryniesta visits now and then' especially if Alatariel is around, but she still seems to prefer her nice and comfy room at the Inn. If asked about it she will say something about a study and keeping all her scrolls and papers dry and organized.

Ahraliniel was seen at the camp in the later morning and through the afternoon, she was with Eltaor, Mahalion, and Jhaeros. She later left with few words and hasn't been back since.

Eltaor is seen among the encampment quite often. Seeming to prefer their company to many of the other inhabitants of the refugee camp.

Ahraliniel wouldn't be anywhere to. Be found again, after whatever happened leaving Myth with Mahalion would have been the last time she was seen.

Hearing of various disturbances with the Encampment, Faolaine visits to try and find where Mahalion, Alatariel, or Vildur might be, asking anyone she can find to attempt to figure out what occurred.

Vildurs absence would have been noticed days ago after his exile for calling the human named Karivor an idiot. His spot sill vacant

Celovar comtinues to look aroudn the encampment for any sign of Ahraliniel as well of the others. But he specificly asks about her.

Ahraliniel emerges from the forest in the early morning, she is covered in leaves, twigs, and dirt. She has a wide assortment of herbs and plants tied together in a bundle with some vines. She walks to a spot just next to the encampment, placing the herb bundle down and makes a fire. She walks to the encampment to borrow a large cooking pot, or if they did not have one, would walk to the nearest merchant and purchase one, going back to the forest for another hour or so to fill it up.

Ahraliniel would come back with the pot full of water, also a few fruits and berries floating around, placing the big cooking pot on the fire, removing the fruits and berries and watches it. Anyone who came over to talk she would offer a smile to and not speak a word. For a few hours she would let the water boil clearing it of any bacteria and letting it go up to a high temperature. She would begin to unravel the herbs and begin to add them in, crushing some with rocks and leaving others whole. She would also add the fruits and berries in slowly, This process would take the rest of the day.

At night fall she would put the fire out and let the pot cool so she could move it into the encampment, though, the brew would be steaming hot still. She would serve the tea like brew to the members of the encampment.

"It is a tea i learned to make from my Mother, it relaxes you and helps to recover your injuries, though it won't heal them as fast as any magic would, it helps to relieve pain and helps natural healing, a good alternative to always using magic or natures powers, It also has a good taste"

She would pour a fair amount into a bowl and walk to the tent Mahalion rests in, placing it near him, she would give him a light nudge to wake him up and leave him to his own peace.

She would pour another bowl and walk off to search for Vildur.

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Mahalion is encountered in deep slumber...
At the nudge, there is barely any reaction at all. She learns from others that he is in some form of trance that will last a few days at the least.

Learning this should would become upset, (Not enraged upset just feeling that the fact this happened was her fault). She would leave the bowl of tea beside Mahalion, more as a symbol then anything, letting the calm smell of herbs and berries lightly fill the air. She would go early in the morning of the next day and remove the bowl, wash it out, and prepare a little amount of herbs to make Mahalion another bowl when he wakes up.