NPC: Aerys Mavoto's page

Aerys crouches in the surf, cleaning crustacean ichor off her knuckles. "The tide's going out," she observes, "Which means more of those buggers coming up to burn our blood. And if we don't get out of the sun soon, it'll take care of the rest of us."

Beothall checks Aerys for injuries, but the half-elven woman bats his hands away impatiently. "Save your spells for those who believe in your tiresome god."

Nearby, two more bodies stir into motion. One is a passenger whom, you recall, is named Aerys. She curses in elven (a mellifluous sound), then switches to Common.

"What in Dis is going on? I didn't drink THAT much last night, but I don't remember a godsdamn thing. How did we get off the Jenivere? Is the ship all right?"