Erva hung her head out of the window of the carriage, stomach roiling as it rocked side to side, up and down, back and forth upon the rocky mountain trail. With a swift movement, she pushed the door of the carriage open and practically fell out onto the road, wobbling on her feet with a pathetic groan. Her hair was messy and strands were leaping from her braid into the air, her clothing was crinkled and her eyes looked heavy and tired. "Remind me to never sleep in this thing ever again. I feel like there is a storm in my belly." She trudged alongside the carriage with the others, holding onto the side for support until the world started wobbling.

The mention of bandits caught her attention and, as was expected, she spoke her mind on the issue, "I, for one, wouldn't adore a bandit attack. I'm not sure I would have enough arrows," Her tongue felt like a weight and her head swam, but the small of open air would help to clear her head in a moment.