[color=lightblue]"Few refugees walk with such confidence and a blade strapped to their hip."[/color]

Corra’s grin widened as the young man responded to her. 

[color=8882be]“That so?”[/color] she asked, looking down at herself in assessment as if the boy’s words surprised her. [color=8882be]“I’m not but a poor city girl, really,”[/color] she said, her face the picture of honesty and innocence, excepting the twinkle in her eyes. [color=8882be]“And walking with confidence is useful when you’re in the city streets. Otherwise, you might look like an easy target for thieves and robbers and the like,”[/color] she continued as the grin on her face became slightly more like a smirk. Corra personally knew most of the prominent thieves and robbers in the city, being one herself. They were probably the one thing in Arrvern she hadn’t had to worry about. Almost no one would randomly go after a fellow rogue in the streets. Honor among thieves, she supposed. She rather conveniently did not comment on the dagger at her hip, though her fingers had gone to hover over the pommel of the blade as he mentioned it, out of habit more than anything else.

Striking up a conversation had been a good idea she thought. She was already beginning to feel more like herself, and the more practical side of her noted that it would be good to make some new acquaintances in this little group. It never hurt to have some friends around you, especially in an unknown place.

Looking up at the boy astride his horse was beginning to give her a crick in her neck, and so she brought her gaze downwards, looking instead at the road ahead. Her eyes quickly skated over the landscape in front of them, trying to take in every detail in just a moment. They were still close enough to the city that she was not yet in unfamiliar territory, but that did not stop the girl from being slightly paranoid about her surroundings.

She glanced back at the boy, a small smile still in place. Corra was often smiling when she was around others, her expression light and inviting. If the smiles dropped away once she was alone, well that was something she kept to herself. 

[color=8882be]“I’m Corra, by the way,”[/color] she said. [color=8882be]“Corra Valerrus. And you?”[/color] she asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. [color=8882be]“What’s your story? What brings you to this little caravan of misfits?”[/color]

[i]He’s probably some kind of lordling,[/i] she thought to herself. [i]That would explain the armor and the horse.[/i] She was curious to hear what he would say however. Corra almost always enjoyed hearing someone’s story, even if they lied.