[color=#9A42AD][i][b][h1][center]Tsak Vlos[/center][/h1][/b][/i][/color]
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Tsak had found a tree to sit under, reflecting on everything that's happened. How has this young fey gone from barely adult circus hand, to helping... somewhat, a rebellion over throw a king. How long ago was it that these strange adventurers had come into her boring life and whisked her away to the Feywild. She's watched one of their own die, only to come back as a whole new race. She wandered the wilds alone, seen more then most circus hands her age. Tsak's sketch pad was starting to fill out more and more with the wonders she'd seen, and she was starting to ponder if she made the right choice in leaving, or better off staying with the Witchlight.